All Hallows Eve...

I Dwell in a lonely house I know 
That vanished many a summer ago, 
And left no trace but the cellar walls, 
And a cellar in which the daylight falls, 
And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow. 

O'er ruined fences the grape-vines shield 
The woods come back to the mowing field; 
The orchard tree has grown one copse 
Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops; 
The footpath down to the well is healed. 

I dwell with a strangely aching heart 
In that vanished abode there far apart 
On that disused and forgotten road 
That has no dust-bath now for the toad. 
Night comes; the black bats tumble and dart; 

The whippoorwill is coming to shout 
And hush and cluck and flutter about: 
I hear him begin far enough away 
Full many a time to say his say 
Before he arrives to say it out. 

It is under the small, dim, summer star. 
I know not who these mute folk are 
Who share the unlit place with me-- 
Those stones out under the low-limbed tree 
Doubtless bear names that the mosses mar. 

They are tireless folk, but slow and sad, 
Though two, close-keeping, are lass and lad,-- 
With none among them that ever sings, 
And yet, in view of how many things, 
As sweet companions as might be had.

-Robert Frost-

Have a Happy and Safe All Hallows Eve!


Under The Trees

Under the trees, I'm at peace with myself.
I'm home.



Dread: apothecary

The anxiety and grief has finally released their grip on me. I haven't been much of any use these past few weeks, and finally picked up my camera (shamefully, it's been weeks) and began to shoot.
Oh....it melted everything away. 
Camera, I love you. 

available in print

available in print

I like this series, do you?
It's a great way to make sense of my glass bottle obsession.
....and an excuse to continue it.


Bake it

It's about that time again! I pretty much will bake uncontrollably all through the fall season.
How can you not? The weather is gorgeous, and I'm an early riser on weekends anyway so why not make myself useful (and my boyfriend happy) by baking.

This is a great recipe that can change to fit your cravings. The original called for chocolate chip cookies, but I added the cranberries for some bite.

I do believe Kaelyn gave me this recipe, it was written on a calendar page (with sharpie, no less) stuffed inside one of my books. ::shrugs:: It's delicious, regardless.

Our little tropical storm has finally stopped (although you wouldn't be able to tell from the overflowing rivers causing mania in our area), and I hope to have a sunny and relaxing weekend.

Enjoy yours, wherever you are!