Wednesday, March 30, 2011


I haven't had a breather until now (which is only going to be five minutes i think) but I wanted to get back to blogging.

Recently school and I have been spending way too much time together, and I'm planning for Junior Senior, which is also sucking up my time. But it's fun because I have to get crafty :)

Happy Wednesday! Summer is only a few months away!

Tuesday, March 15, 2011


A thoughtful blog post about the earthquake in Japan from The Wednesday a yummy recipe:

Please be in prayer for the people in Japan.

You can help by buying these bookmarks from Etsy (
All proceeds go towards Japan.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Muffin Tins.

You want to know a secret?

I've always dreamed of opening a bakery and baking all day
Somewhere in a city, somewhere where it rains. Seattle? I love that city.

The girl in Stranger Than Fiction has my dream job. I wish I was gutsy enough maybe to do something like that someday.

I just read an article about Erin McKenna who opened her own bakery in New York City...a little harder than in my dreams :)

Oh, P.S.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Rainy Afternoon and Muffins.

I know, I know, this week I've blogged alot. But i have time this week, and I just made some fabulous muffins thanks to The Wednesday Chef (which is an addicting site, be warned).

Whole Wheat Sweet Potato Muffins, and they are wonderful!
It's raining today, and on rainy days I tend to bake and read. Today it was baking, but I'll probably read a little too :)

Happy Wednesday!

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Clearly ambiguous.

I just finished reading a book. Not for school, not for class, just for me. I liked it even more than I liked the title when I chose it from the library shelf. I chose it partially because of the title and the name of the author: Annie John by Jamaica Kincaid. Isn't that lovely? She's the kind of author that writes so that I feel like the person in the book. I could have been Annie. I could have grown up with a mother like hers who believed in spirits and washed clothes by hand in the front yard sunshine.
The story was messy like life is, and wasn't tied up neatly at the end. I like that in books, because real life isn't a happy ending. It's hurt and pain and joy and laughter all mixed together.

Among other things, I made spaghetti sauce from scratch this afternoon. It's simmering on the stove and I'm about to go eat some and watch the sun set :)

Monday, March 7, 2011


The Caged Skylark
by Gerard Manley Hopkins

AS a dare-gale skylark scanted in a dull cage
Man’s mounting spirit in his bone-house, mean house, dwells—
That bird beyond the remembering his free fells;
This in drudgery, day-labouring-out life’s age.

Though aloft on turf or perch or poor low stage,
Both sing sometímes the sweetest, sweetest spells,
Yet both droop deadly sómetimes in their cells
Or wring their barriers in bursts of fear or rage.

Not that the sweet-fowl, song-fowl, needs no rest—
Why, hear him, hear him babble and drop down to his nest,
But his own nest, wild nest, no prison.

Man’s spirit will be flesh-bound when found at best,
But uncumbered: meadow-down is not distressed
For a rainbow footing it nor he for his bónes rísen.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Far and wee.

i want this dress almost as much as i want spring (almost).
I drove home yesterday for spring break and left sunny Tennessee for rainy Ohio. weeee
I'm reading spring poetry to make up for the lack of sunshine.
If you haven't read Hopkins, then you are missing out:

NOTHING is so beautiful as spring—
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.

What is all this juice and all this joy?
A strain of the earth’s sweet being in the beginning
In Eden garden.—Have, get, before it cloy,
Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning,
Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy,
Most, O maid’s child, thy choice and worthy the winning.