In lieu of trying to belong to any number of societies: Chesterton, Sherlock Holmes, the Inklings, and so on: I propose and establish one of my own. Don your intelligence cap at the door; dust off your logic and imagination; did you bring your inspiration and encouragement? We are shapers, my friends; lit lamps; light-bringers. Bring quotes; poetry should be uplifting and thoughtful, or witty and clever, (or both). Humor is encouraged; laughter is invited back. Pull up a chair. Anyone for tea?

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October's speeding by


A working day at the coffeeshop ~

The Hobbits have met Strider and left Bree ~

Laundromat time--great place for a little NCIS, push-ups, and prayer ~

A pleasant edition of what's-in-the-fridge: stuff for tomato soup, and pumpkin custard ~

Moved my stuff back into my room; don't care if they're not done plastering--must inhabit ~

Enjoying Foyle: especially the World Ward II planes ~

Getting ready for our Halloween party on Saturday ~

I love the smell of fresh sheets; clean lounge pants, and tidy stacks of clothes ~

I can also smell popcorn, and lavender essential oils. I approve ~
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Kat said...

Lovely, all. I was going to ask if your bed was back cause really, very necessary. So glad they've met up with Strider.

October 27, 2016 at 8:32 AM

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