"But I'm Still Your Flower..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

*bounces*

This day, to-day, it is my not-birthday, my lucky day, my good day. It was a far better day than my birthday. I shall consider it such for all practical purposes, which means I can stop being fourteen and remember my age when people ask. Hah.

This morning I got up, treadmilled while reading Brothers Karamazov, then had a leisurely breakfast with the paper and one of my fun murder mysteries, after which began another mystery and took a detour to read Love Letters, an anthology by Michelle Lovric, which metaphora should try to find! *nods!* It's very beautiful and has excerpts from hundreds of love letters (everyone from Dylan Thomas to Victor Hugo to George Sand to everybody), with beautiful paintings for illustrations and replicas of lots of letters with transcripts in the back, and it's just very lovely, and I think you would like it a lot, Miss Ll. ^____^ So!

Then I went to the library and got out a beautiful book of poetry which I will tell Nanni to find as soon as I recall the title (I'm still reading it). Usually I don't like to read poetry much, but this is so good. And I also got out a lot of other books and The Princess Bride, because Snowy was telling me to see it, and eeeeeee. It's a terribly fun film! ^_____^ Waen even liked it. She watched it with me. And Mum came in for the end and said she'd like to see the beginning. And now I know where all these things come from that everyone's always quoting all the time! Ee.

After which I meant to read somewhere some more, but it was so nice outside, so I ran down to the front garden in the big pasture, and ate raspberries off the bushes and got prickled, and looked for tomatoes, and squeed over the melons, and then I ran back up to the tire swing under the maple, which sags so much that one can't actually swing on it, and bounced it and swung on the tree itself, and then I rolled down the hills into the big pasture again, and got grass stains on my underwear, and lost my headscarf and got my arms banged up. And then I climbed the crabapple tree to the top and bounced crabapples off the tree-platform, then ran up to the high hill by the studio and rolled down that, and got grass in my hair and made a mess of my skirts, and then I walked around the big pond and picked a cattail, and I climbed up in the apple tree in the lower horse field and shredded it (there is nothing more fun than shredding a good cattail. I can't even explain it. They're lovely) down from the branches with my red skirt hanging over the big thick limb I was sitting on, and Rosie and Lily came out and cantered around under the tree. After my cattail was all gone, I climbed down and walked in the fluff, which is like walking on silk and snow combined, but even softer, and you leave floaty footprints. Then Rosie started chasing me so I ran up into the high pasture and ran behind the barn from her and got up all out of breath, and then I walked the narrow strip behind the barn that's full of trees and prickles and foxholes, and climbed down backwards the steep part that's a dirt cliff, really, and got brambles in my hair and lost my scarf again. Then I slipped through the rails in the gate and escaped into the chickenyard, and captured some feathers, then climbed onto the studio roof and ran around on the roof and sang. And then I realised that Mum's blue tree is all grown up now. At first I thought it was gone, because the last time I saw it it was little, but then I realised it's still there, it's just enormous. And I ran down the hill in a flurry and to the garden, and counted eight frogs in the pond, and fed Waen's fish, and then picked pink and purple flowers and put them in my hair, and went back to the house all out of breath.

Then I read some more and fell asleep, and Mum woke me up for supper. It was chicken pies Waen was making, so I couldn't eat any, so I heated a can of diet soup and made green beans, but what Waen made looked so wonderful, and it was my day really, so I decided what the hell and had one of Waen's chicken pies. ^__^ And it was lovely.

And then afterward I washed all the dishes as I love to do, and read poetry by candlelight on the porch, and now here I am.

...And to think I spent my yes-birthday performing a play I hated with people who made me miserable. ^__^ When there's so much at home.

Oh, I am so happy. It was the loveliest day. And I didn't even remember it was my not-birthday until halfway through, at any rate. It's so good. Such a surprise to have a good day and then learn it ought to be a good day, so that's even nicer.

And I know what I shall do for Manon's birthday, so that's all right now.

And I have poetry to write.

And I have fetched out my Buddy Holly CD.

And I am so--so--so--oh! so happy. ^_______________^ And so tired. But could melt of the happiness, and keep wiggling my toes, which is something I do for happy. ^_______^ Oh! I love.

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[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

It was, it was! ^______^ And okay. :D But I'll still read it, because am silly.