“One day I would have all the books in the world, shelves and shelves of them. I would live my life in a tower of books. I would read all day long and eat peaches. And if any young knights in armor dared to come calling on their white charges and plead with me to let down my hair, I would pelt them with peach pits until they went home.”—The Evolution of Calpurnia Tate, Jacqueline Kelly (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
and that makes me sad. Mom and I always go apple picking together. There is this wonderful orchard maintained by monks close to where I live. The apples are delicious and the trees are wonderful. Old wood ladders are dispersed in the lanes and all you can hear is the soft murmur of the other people around you, birds, the wind in the trees and, on occasion, the clear bells of the abbey. We take our time picking and choosing the apples, me more daring as I am not afraid of heights, mom pointing at the reddest fruits. We bite into the skin, a crunching sound coming to our ears and juice immediately filling our mouths. We slowly leave a bit relunctantly but full and satisfied, but not before buying some handmade apple jam, our bags full of apples, our hearts always clearer and more at peace than when we arrived.
Hopefully when I come back, while the apples will all have fallen, the cries of the wild geese going South will still ring clear in the air, announcing that I am finally home.
I am looking for ghosts in every corners. I crave the smell of dead leaves on the ground, and the feel of a northern wind in my hair.
I want skeletons in trees, woolen socks on my feet and cold rain showers.
I slip into daydreams of nights filled with the aroma of wood burning, and the flickering lights of will-o’-the-wisps leading the dead.
Of candles in windows and magic circles.
Of dark stories murmured at night, and salt on windowsills.
Bring on the cold weather, and the changing of the Wheel.
Bring on the Day of the Dead.
The Season of the Witch.
bunnies, food, cheese, winter, snow, christmas, giving gifts, flowers and plants, trees, nature, art, photography, singing (even though I do no do it well), cuddles, secrets, treasures, books, myths, fairy tales, daydreaming, school, libraries, museums, bookstores, keys, feathers, SleepyBear, baby blankies, laughter, fall, spring, summer rains, music, folklore, learning, kisses, hugs, make-believe, pirate stories, fantasy lands, winnie-the-pooh, the secret garden, the ocean, whales, bears, hedgehogs, elephants, scifi movies and tv shows, being bare foot, eating, gluten-free bread, traveling, movies, the internet, afternoons in cafes with friends, reading late at night, soft mornings, tea, coffee, ice cream, sugar, boots, dresses, dancing in my apartment, apple picking, driving, lake-side towns, mountains, adventures, dreams, magic, not knowing when to finish this list :)