I wrote all morning. I'm working on a writing project that takes up most of my heart, mind, and soul right now, so please forgive me for a wee bit longer as I am less attentive to blogging--my blog and yours included.
This afternoon my brain needed a break, so I took a few shots around the house of flowers and books.
Anyone who knows me well understands why this blog is called The Magpie's Fancy. I am a collector of many things; books, keys, and ribbons are among the things I treasure most. I found this stack of J.M. Barrie's works for a couple of dollars at a used bookstore last year. An avid Barrie fan, I scooped them up and have loved them ever since.
This antique salt-glazed pitcher is actually my sister's, but she lets me keep it, because she knows how much I covet it. It has a large crack and can't hold water, so I simply fill a glass with water and slip it inside. I think these pink stock don't mind one bit.
I allowed a bunch of white ranunculus to dry out over the past few weeks, and I am taken by the graceful curves of their dried stems and the papery wrinkles of their petals.
The whole city is filled with light today. Spring has decided to let the cherry trees bloom. The air tastes like a promise.
I have so much to share with you--a post about John Keats, photos of my beautiful city, thoughts about fear and writing . . . and so much more. I'm anxious to learn what you have been up to as well. In the meantime, the weekend is sneaking around the corner. Hope yours is full of the best kind of surprises.
"With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy?"