Hate was just a legend
War was never known
The people worked together
And they lifted many stones
And they carried them to the flatlands
And they died along the way
And they built up with their bare hands
What we still can’t do today
And I know she’s living there
And she loves me to this day
I still can’t remember when
Or how I lost my way
A nice picture from 10 days ago.
Gestation of my winter project. And a bunch of crappy doodles I impulsively drew all over the place.
A coworker gave me an award. It was only worth about $20. But it came on a really bad day and I’m going to paste the words so I can save them.
“Tytania, when I think about you, I feel like a drop in the ocean of knowledge you have around our application. I am so thankful to you for always being there to answer our questions, however dumb they may be, without loosing [sic] your cool.”
When your sleep is right, and your estrogen’s right… ain’t nothin’s bad.
On my lunch break I bike to this road and back.
When I bike up the road a few hundred yards and turn around, I almost always sigh at the lovely sight before me, whatever time of year. I envy the people whose house abuts this view (although the marsh probably breeds mosquitoes and flooding). Today there were two cars of people stopping to take pictures. I read that we are about a week behind peak foliage, and I believe it – normally the world is on fire when I go to Tunbridge, and instead it’s just starting to spark.
Say hello to a brand-spanking new mailbox including finished post courtesy of the guy who every now and then gets something done around here!
Let’s make this clear: Summer rules the calendar. The ability to seamlessly slide between indoors & outdoors without additional protective gear being donned instantly seems to enlarge the world. Balmy summer air is a whole-body caress. Food comes right out of the ground. The whole world seems to be on your side.
The only consolation around summer’s inevitable end is that at least we get Fall. Fall’s consolation prizes:
I mean, if we had to dive directly from summer to winter? Thank you, Fall.
But first. I got five more days of summer to go, bucko. Make it count.
Tytania 