Monday, July 27, 2015
Sunday, July 26, 2015
Saturday, July 25, 2015
But one strange story remains almost three years later: the story of the butterfly people.
In the wake of the destruction, after the wind had settled, children who endured the storm began telling those family, friends, and relatives the stories of what they saw.
Had a great morning driving around looking for Halloween stuff with Bean, blaring synth-wave tunes in the car. Some very neat decorations appearing at Michael's. Not the same old stuff.
Click below for some photos at her blog:
Friday, July 24, 2015
Thursday, July 23, 2015
Wednesday, July 22, 2015
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
A thin moon faints in the sky o’erhead,
And dumb in the churchyard lie the dead.
Walk we not, Sweet, by garden ways,
Where the late rose hangs and the phlox delays,
But forth of the gate and down the road,
Past the church and the yews, to their dim abode.
For it’s turn of the year and All Souls’ night,
When the dead can hear and the dead have sight.