"To One Thing Constant Never..."

Soujin is at the library, and she has strings and strings of beads, beautiful beads, in red and gold and purple; but she will have to give them back in thirty minutes, when she leaves. Still Soujin loves her beads, her beautiful beads.

People surprise her. Some of them are very good, and some of them say things that one doesn't at once notice, things that are Not Quite Right, and some of them are hard to be around, and all of them have interesting faces.

And Soujin has Wodehouse now, because she cannot resist her guilty cravings. Her list of reading ought to be headed with the required books for the Writer's Camp--but it's not. She has Oz and Jane Eyre and Brothers Karamazov and now Wodehouse, and she ought to be putting them aside, but she doesn't.

Who wants a drabble? Soujins write almost anything, of course; and a hundred words isn't so hard. Who would like a drabble, pray?

I want a fantasy world.

"I've Lost All Resistance and Crossed the Borderline..."

Despite accomplishing little to-day, I am actually very happy. I have switched from WW to South Beach, and it's rather more comfortable. More protein means that I feel much less hungry all day long, and I like that. Also, I have loads of wonderful vegetable mixes, and our own asparagus is in. They were having a special on fresh snow peas at the grocery store.

And our own lettuce will be in, soon, too!

Da' seeded the watermelons to-day, and all the gardens have been fertilised and mostly turned over. Yea, verily, for the Soujin living on her farm, the season of crops advanceth. And we won't miss all the strawberries, either--only the late plantings. The early ones will come in just in time.

And then there are tomatoes, potatoes, peas, wax and green beans, raspberries, blackberries, corn, pumpkins, watermelons, broccoli and cauliflower, apples, asian pears, plums and peaches, artichokes, the blueberry and gooseberry bushes, carrots, and all sorts of other things. *beams hugely* I love this life.

In all ways of loving it, really. I feel like Harbert.

*g* I love Jane Eyre. To-day was my day off treadmilling, and I still went and did it because I wanted to know what was going to happen next.

I wore my beautiful spring dress which is black and has big pink roses all over it, and the pink scarf Mum gave me two years ago. I love my dresses. I love to feel flowy and floaty and skirty and swirly when I walk. It's so like magic.

EDIT: Oh, and cherries! I forgot the cherry trees!