In A World Of My Own

Monday, June 27, 2016

I'm so sorry for the long absence I had these last few weeks. Work has been going well and I think I am finally getting the hang of most things (though I did accidentally bring my ring of door keys home several days ago...oops!). Now that I am getting into the swing of things, hopefully I'll find more time to write.

These last two weeks have been busy for another reason: my cousin Callie (whom I'm sure you remember from the bridal shower I threw her) got married! Because of this wonderful occasion, much of my dad's side of the family traveled to Juneau. I got to see cousins and Aunts and Uncles that I haven't seen in more than three years! I also got to see my dear brother Cody, whom I hadn't seen since Quinn and I got married two years ago. My dad and sister Bethany also traveled up from The Brambles of Bainbridge Island to see us.

Bethany stayed in Blueberry Barn with us (I believe she stayed because she wanted to play with Greta, I don't believe it was to see Quinn or myself), so of course I had to make the barn look lovely just for her. Part of that job was making sure there were fresh flowers about the barn (the best job ever, in my opinion).
Quinn and I hiked a short ways up our local ski area, Eaglecrest, to pick the wild daisies that were blooming. Being in a giant field of daisies always reminds me of a certain movie that I loved as a child. One with a certain little cat (in my case: a little puppy) and certain little girl:

Oh, how I would love to relax in a field of daisies all day (and maybe spy a rabbit in a waistcoat?). Until then I shall have to content myself with the fields above Bluebery Barn, they are pretty lovely after all...

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  1. I came across this poem and it seems to go with your post perfectly.

    Daisy

    See, the grass is full of stars,
    Fallen in their brightness;
    Hearts they have of shining gold,
    Rays of shining whiteness.

    Buttercups have honeyed hearts,
    Bees they love the clover,
    But I love the daisies' dance
    All the meadow over.

    Blow, O blow, you happy winds,
    Singing summer's praises,
    Up the field and down the field
    A-dancing with the daisies.

    - Marjorie Pickthall

    I hope you have many wonderful days a-dancing with the daisies.
    ~Donna

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    1. What a lovely poem, Donna. Thank you so much for sharing it with me! I think I may have to put it to memory, it's so beautiful!

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  2. Emily, I finally found myself with a free morning to catch up on your lovely blog! I've been so busy that I've hardly had a spare second lately.

    Oh, I love daisies, and they always make me think of Alice, too! And I think you know how much I do love Alice.

    I miss memorizing poetry with you! That was always such a lovely pastime. I should challenge myself to do it more now, but it's much harder to motivate oneself without someone around to keep one accountable.

    Thank you for writing! I love your beautiful, cozy corner of the internet. :)

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    1. Also: does Greta tolerate flower crowns? Because she'd be awfully adorable with a little Dinah-esque daisy crown.

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