apricot jam

It's a spring day. Full of sun kisses, and warm bark.
My belly is jolly, decorated in peaches, and apricot jam.
I love the morning air. And the morning meal. My day cannot be made until the smell of breakfast spills from the kitchen. x

From the beginning of the week, I've been pondering. I've been pining for dreams.   Lately, the thoughts are of a future homestead.  My brain asks the divine, the land, and the luck, to bring me to a barn yard by the ocean.  Mossy hills that feel like pancakes, and patches for growing a garden.  A chicken farm for eggs. And a boat for fishing.  To live as a pioneer, one with an internet connection, a humble dwelling, and poached eggs for breakfast.  It sound's like a pipe dream.  I was born into a city, I'll pass a country folk.  All I see is a porch. By day, flower picking, and cloud gazing solitude. Come moonlight,  surrounded by guitar strumming-caught by shine-whiskey on occasion -always Friday- kind of friends.

It's Tuesday, as the weather warms, my spirits aglow.   A December baby will always cherish the strawberry sun.  As for me, the spring brings salutations for blossoms, and flowerbeds. The sun eats the snow, and the mud puddles lay bare.   Beside the seed-time season,  I find myself munching on dandelions and sugary things.

I always told myself, if the sky is to deliver me bad news, deliver me bad news during the Spring. How could someone possibly lift their brow in such a beautiful season? The spring keeps me mirthful. The air decays sorrowful heart skippings,    and brings cheeky smiles .

My hair is unkempt.  Brown locks are bundled in tangles, and knots. I admire the comments regarding my hair... or the questions regarding the treatment. I must tell you,  by morning, my hair is knotted from dreams. I shower to tame the wildness.  When the sun is gleaming, I air dry my tresses. When the snow is falling, I use the blow dryer.  Either way. I'm without a comb, a brush, a spray, or a cream.   My hair waves down my breast, and wanders along my spine.    I let my roots grow...and grow..  and grow.  I'm currently seeking shampoos, and conditioners. One's that don't destroy, but keep it smelling nice. Send me your suggestions.


Life is twined in business. There are lambs to be counted, sleep to be had. Dreams to untangle, and moons to be seen. There are stars to count, and hidden treasures in the dirt.  Words to be spoken, and honey to be sipped.        With spring on the horizon, I will never be lonely.

"We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out."

sweet sugar, sweet kisses. . .
love forever, amy x

what i wore

blue blouse- vintage boutique $6

black pants American Apparel $40

shoes- atseoul.com sponsor

butterfly headband- vintage boutique $8

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