A Reprise

Watch your back because I am coming closer - shivers down your spine you were not expecting me - how does it feel to be faced in your territory? - are you afraid to see me here? I'm not afraid - to take my time, to live my life the way I want to I'm not afraid to take you down and live my life as I want to I'm not afraid Closer but apart no one else can hear us get out of that car did you wanna leave without me? how does it feel to be faced in your territory? are you surprised to see me here?

Cinderella brooding , a photo by ladyhildegarde on Flickr. It would be so fun to have baby chicks... I hope she stays with it.

Over the fence , a photo by ladyhildegarde on Flickr.

Celebrating with Princess the publication of her first book , a photo by ladyhildegarde on Flickr. So quiet, eh ... ? I have been thinking. I have been reading. Writing a story in a journal with a real pencil in my real handwriting. About Jenny who's a waitress in a diner obsessed with a mysterious stranger. I've been learning about Korean mythology. And vintage nurse uniforms. And off and on about how to be a lady. ^__^ My styrofoam garden in the backyard is increasing. I haven't had chance to even tell you about that. We will catch up ...

Long fields of barley and of rye ... Shalott. On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky; And thro' the field the road runs by To many-tower'd Camelot; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Through the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot. Four grey walls, and four grey towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott. By the margin, willow veil'd, Slide the heavy barges trail'd By slow horses; and unhail'd The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd Skimming down to Camelot: But who hath seen her wave her hand? Or at the casement seen her stand? Or is she known in all the land, The Lady of Shalott? Only reapers, reaping early, In among the bearded barley Hear a so