Frightened Rabbit - Set You Free
Monday, 21 June 2010
Free
Sunday, 20 June 2010
Sailing Home
Home has this magically familiar and endlessly comforting smell that I really can't describe or ascribe to anything in particular. It's the earth in my garden, the trees across the road, our washing powder, the distinctive scent behind my cat's ears, rain on the pavement, the dusty warmth in back bedrooms on sunny days...of the north wind and the fleeting flowers and the food we eat together, the cast-off skin of those I love and my whole life in this house.
She & Him - Home
I'm starting to remember what beauty looks and feels like, and learning again what it's like to be at home with a someone as well as a somewhere.
Happy Father's Day.
Today I'm grateful for all the different kinds of fathers who've helped to shape so many people around me into such remarkable and valuable people. Mine is one of the best; he's always provided for me, taught me so much and loved me so well. I hope he's as proud of me as I am of him.
Monday, 14 June 2010
Buddy
Sunday, 13 June 2010
Saturday, 12 June 2010
Poppy
A pair of days, and everything went in two by two. Including us.
You never fail to make me glad to be alive.
This is my current favourite song, courtesy of you my friend.
Who's to say it can't be taken platonically?
King Charles - Love Lust
Friday, 11 June 2010
If I Was, Wish I Were...
a day of the week, i would be: Sunday, with lazy mornings, country walks and roast dinners
a time of day, i would be: just before sunset, when the light is the loveliest and the stars start coming out...or perhaps teatime
a planet, i would be: Planet Earth
a sea animal, i would be: a blue whale that knows all the secret places in the sea
a direction, i would be: North
a piece of furniture, i would be: a rocking chair by a window
a sin, i would be: pride
a liquid, i would be: raspberry-mint lemonade
a tree, i would be: a knarled old mulberry tree that’s good for climbing
a bird, i would be: singing
a flower/plant, i would be: anything you find in hedgerows or meadows
a kind of weather, i would be: fresh breezes and sunny skies
a mythical creature, i would be: a unicorn, loyal to the last
a musical instrument, i would be: a harpsichord
an animal, i would be: a tabby cat
a colour, i would be: red because it’s all I am on the inside
an element, i would be: earth, the kind that’s good for growing things
a car, i would be: a beaten-up Landrover Defender with blankets in the back
a song, i would be: a homespun symphony, sung until hoarse, with xylophones and violins, clapping and stamping for percussion
a movie, i would be directed by: Wes Anderson
a book, i would be written by: Susan Fletcher
a place, i would be: somewhere undiscovered
a taste, i would be: honey
a scent, i would be: lilacs and woodsmoke
a religion, i would be: personal
a word, i would be: cariad
a body part, i would be: hands
a facial expression, i would be: smiling
a subject in school, i would be: History
a shape, i would be: ever-changing
a number, i would be: 2
Sunday, 6 June 2010
Scramble
Friday, 4 June 2010
Wednesday, 2 June 2010
Soleil Me Down
Explosions In The Sky - Your Hand In Mine
There are dreamy days, full of sun and the scent of salt and soil and flowers. Picnics. Lying down and feeling the grass grow, watching the day pass, and not having a care in the world. Circling birds and flying kites and cloudless skies. The smell of the sea on the air. Sunspots. Buttercups and daisy chains. Holding hands, laughing the day long and lapping up ice cream as it drips down your wrist. Freckles. Suncream. Sandy sheets and dirty feet. Warm pavements, bare legs, skipping for no reason. Balmy evenings and shooting stars. Mowed lawns. Dock leaves and dandelion seeds. Apple cores, french fries, iced tea. Well-thumbed books. Noise and naughtiness. Flyaway hair. Open windows. The peace, the calm, the quiet. Joy, elation, love.