i still have thoughts in my head that are escaping through my fingers...

"Those who Dream by day
are cognizant of many things
which escape those who Dream by night"
- Edgar Allen Poe

There is such a thing as purple chocolate! :D i didnt dream it! Willy wonka chocolate, created the Wonka Wegg. It was a purple chocolate square with strawberry goooey stuff in the middle, and i didnt dream it! I like what Edgar Allen Poe said. always daydream, let your thoughts carry you whereever they may go, sometimes they can lead to some rather interesting places.

Yesterday there was the most spectacular double rainbow as we walked out of school, and it finished dead in the middle of the field we were walking across, i had to stop and look at it, and kick myself for taking my camera out of my bag that morning. And of course we had to go and search for the pot of gold. unfortunately, as you move towards a rainbow, it gets further away, but more than wanting the pot of gold my imagination didnt take me far enough to imagine what it would be like to stand in the middle of a rainbow! can you fly through a rainbow in a plane?

 

Oh God, i hope its Wierd and Wonderful...

"Base is the spine, and the times are set out, for a serious bout, of nerves to be seen and polished and clean, and leaning on the post, that respects you the most, the time is the essance the essance is time, the time is the kind that'll search all you find, live all your life and be free all the time, and the waves cannot cover the land that is mine, confused is the state, for those who wont wait, and understand all an idea that is small, awake as i can be, a sleep as in he, appears so much more than a beautiful whore, this is very pretty, you are very pretty, this is very pretty."


I now own the Ella Guru cd, and, if i close my eyes, i could be back at greenbelt, lying in centaur in the early hours of the morning in a room dimmed with purple lights listening to soft stealth and harmony snuggled under a winter duvet. it was indeed wierd and wonderful.

seasons of mist and mellow fruitfulness...

Autumns here. the trees outside my window are beginning to look like a set of ever changing traffic lights. the spiderwebs in the grass were outlined with diamonds of waterdroplets. the scarf box has reappeared and is making use of itself. the house can no longer be left without at least a jumper. my intake on tea has doubled. soup is becoming a regular meal. the blankets and winter pjamas have come out. my summer shoes have gone away for hibernation and my autumn boots are beginning to age. eight oclock feels like ten, and ten oclock feels like midnight. the morning fog is beginning to envelop its surroundings. conkers are making a regular appearance on our doorstep and the daddylonglegs are invading. the rosy cheeks after an autumn walk. the numbness of cold fingers without gloves. the sneezes in unison and the increasing sales on cough sweets and tissues. roasted chesnuts and freshly fallen apples...