//through.the.sky.of.something.beautiful//

i have baileys and ice.

and it’s sunny, and i have choir rehearsal later.

therefore: all is right with the world :D

Reblog if you’ve ACTUALLY read The Hobbit

nothing-rhymes-with-ianto:

thefoxxybenedict:

I’m curious how many people have, because it feels like I’m the only one.

It’s been years, but yes.

I really need to read it again because I think I was in middle school when I last read it.

I read it about five years ago. Enjoyed it, but the main reason I read it was so I could then read LOTR, which I enjoyed reading a lot more. Perhaps I should go back and re-read it?

Gratitude

motherground:

This week, the news of the world is bleak, another war
grinding on, and all these friends down with cancer,
or worse, a little something long term that they won’t die of
for twenty or thirty miserable years—
And here I live in a house of weathered brick, where a man
with silver hair still thinks I’m beautiful. How many times
have I forgotten to give thanks? The late day sun shines
through the pink wisteria with its green and white leaves
as if it were stained glass, there’s an old cherry tree
that one lucky Sunday bloomed with a rainbow:
cardinals, orioles, goldfinches, blue jays, indigo buntings,
and my garden has tiny lettuces just coming up,
so perfect they could make you cry: Green Towers,
Red Sails, Oak Leaf. For this is May, and the whole world
sings, gleams, as if it were basted in butter, and the air’s
sweet enough to send a diabetic into shock—
And at least today, all the parts of my body are working,
the sky’s clear as a china bowl, leaves murmur their leafy chatter,
finches percolate along. I’m doodling around this page,
know sorrow’s somewhere beyond the horizon, but still, I’m riffing
on the warm air, the wingbeats of my lungs that can take this all in,
flush the heart’s red peony, then send it back without effort or thought.
And the trees breathe in what we exhale, clap their green hands
in gratitude, bend to the sky.

— barbara crooker

it is perfect beer garden weather

and nobody is around to celebrate that fact with me :(

also i am reduced to eating crackers with salsa and no cheese, cause all the cheese in our house is mouldy, and i can’t be bothered to go to the shop and get more cheese.