it wasn't like a rain it was more like a sea.

love and some verses.

you shall be my roots...

and i will be your shade.

be quiet and still.

 ranunculus bulbs.

mini hanging terrariums (air plants coming soon). 

callie.

 tomatoes.

 spring.

 dirt.

ophelia.

"...and sings the tunes without words and never stops at all."

you f*cked it friend.

planning and dreaming of spring. 

sweet, cuddly ophelia. 

silky callie. 

musical love, justin vernon.  in thunder gear. 

first thunder game.  'twas perfect. 

prepping hoppin' john for a new year.

"i'm gonna build you," she said, "i'm gonna heal you,
i can feel every part of you that holds it together"

and placed in this world for a purpose.

i'm working on my 2013 goals, ambitions, resolutions, hopes, dreams and wishes.  i'll post soon.

all i had hoped for.

all i had hoped for i kept inside your car the rabbit in the barn most of all i wait i wait beside the door i wait beside the door all i was wrong trembling in the cage i was diamonds in the cage in seven hours i consider death and your father called to yell at me you little boy you little boy found out you cheated me i ran behind the barn and cut my hands somehow blood in the meadowlark i punched your ears instead i punched you in the head you only laughed and laughed and laughed how i was wrong tingling from the kill tickle me until you devil bird you evil still slept on my arms i was sleeping in the sill i was sleeping in the room with you you little boy you little boy how could you run from me now the loneliest chime in the house the loneliest chime in the house you let it out you let it out come to me calvary still i'm weeding and raking until i'm bleeding in spite of my love for you it bruised and bruised my will counting alluvial plains the breathing inside of the range you touched me inside of my cage beneath my shirt your hands embraced me come to me feathered and frayed for i am the ugliest prey for i am the ugliest prey the owl the reckless reckless praise you said you'd wait for me down by tannery creek far out by the roadside where we used to kiss behind the sheets wrapped in a blanket of red the owl and the tanager said the owl and the tanager said one waits until the hour is death.

giving you my heart was my plan.