never had any other desire so that one which I have had always, that I might be master at last of a small house and a large Garden.

-A. Cowley, The Garden, 1666

Sunday, May 22, 2011

best and worst...

...and sometimes they are just the worst of times.

I'm not keyed up to elaborate but 2011 just has NOT been my year so far.

But I do feel bad for the bloglet, since its not her fault and I've left her alone to grow dusty with cobwebs in the corners. So I promise to spend more time with her. And to dust off myself too and remind myself of all the projects I wanted to get done!

Off to compose the ballad of American Standard...

1 comment:

  1. Oh honey, you could be my very own daughter.

    PROJECTS-NOT-YET-DONE; it's my middle name. (But it's pronounced "Throat Warbler Mangrove.")

    2011 has indeed been a bumpy ride so far. I'm sorry to hear yours has been on that "worst of times" side.

    Hugs from your ol' auntie ...