Signs that spring might be on its way

Although there is frost on the ground in the morning...




...and you'd prefer to keep as close to a warm source as possible...




...the tree-buds are slowly coming out; as are the flowers that smell so lovely...




...and you can't help but smile. It's a wonderfully changing season.

Today I met Mr. Charles

Walking up the last hill to my university this morning, something interrupted me in my daydreaming. In the middle of the road, right in front of me, appeared a beautiful gent dressed in his finest outfit. His bushy tale looked like he'd spent quite some time in front of the mirror. So we stood there for a while, looking at each other. Then he told me he was Mr. Charles the Squirrel and I told him I was Willow the Dreamer. Mr. Charles was looking for ripe spruce cones. I helped him look for some time, before he had to leave. Told me the missus was waiting for him in top of the gigantic cypress, so he'd better get going. We said our good-byes, and I continued up the hill to have my daily doses of library knowledge.

A new day

There's something refreshing about waking up early. You get a head start of the day, before everybody else. The first sunrays give promise that it will be a beautiful day. A day for getting duties done. A day for a walk in the park. A day for sitting in the sun - reading or daydreaming. And in the end you feel great, because you have done all the things you had to do and also those you wanted to do.

Happy Valentine's Day

Camomile Tea
by Katherine Mansfield

Outside the sky is light with stars;
There's a hollow roaring from the sea.
And, alas! for the little almond flowers,
The wind is shaking the almond tree.

How little I thought, a year ago,
In the horrible cottage upon the Lee
That he and I should be sitting so
And sipping a cup of camomile tea.

Light as feathers the witches fly,
The horn of the moon is plain to see;
By a firefly under a jonquil flower
A goblin toasts a bumble-bee.

We might be fifty, we might be five,
So snug, so compact, so wise are we!
Under the kitchen-table leg
My knee is pressing against his knee.

Our shutters are shut, the fire is low,
The tap is dripping peacefully;
The saucepan shadows on the wall
Are black and round and plain to see.

Cherish the moment

Having spent a few wonderful days in Titonia, I've gotten a year older, have learned that love has no limits and that drinking Indian orange tea (from new, matching cups) with Tito is really nice.




One should always appreciate the time shared with special persons, no matter how much or how little.

Titonia

Tito & Willow

Happily renunited
In Titonia

Life is wonderful