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Secret Gardens   Leave a comment

Great grandfather’s farm is still there
But it isn’t the same ….

Judy Collins, “Secret Gardens”

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Some of my fondest memories are of a barn, such as the one you can just make out behind me here. After all, I may be much a product of cities and college these days, but I started out as a country girl in rural Michigan.

Read more about the secret gardens of my heart ….

French Quarter Fun   Leave a comment

“Mardi Gras, baby. Mardi Gras. Time when all manner of weird shit cuts loose and parties down.”

— Sherrilyn Kenyon, No Mercy

We were walking down Bourbon Street the other night, and came across this sign outside the Absinthe Cafe. Can’t think of a better argument in favor of bacon, can you …?

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One Little Hour   Leave a comment

I am that woman who would wait for dawn,
Nor slept while the slow moon rode into sight;

Who, fighting weariness, gazed full upon
The starry circle drawn around the night.

I saw the Milky Way fade like a cloud,
And, drowsy-lidded, watched the distance grow
Between me and the Pleiades, nor bowed
To heavy hands of sleep upon my brow.

Then, when night grew more stilly palpitate
Listening for the faint birth-cry of morn,
And the cock crew, I, at the very gate,
Fell into cloddish slumber, all out-worn.

Even as I slept, soft as a look or sigh,
The Dawn with Love beside her passed me by.

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Sara Bard Field, “Could You Not Watch With Me One Little Hour.” Poetry, vol. 25, no. 4, 1925, p. 191.

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I’m wearing:

  • Skin: Raonhausen Gweneth [BOM] (Coconut Brows)
  • Head: LAQ Rebel 3.07 Bento
  • Body: Maitreya Lara 4.1
  • Eyes: Ikon Sovereign (Passion)
  • Hair: Limerence Vesta
  • Dress: Belle Epoque Maitane (Blue) (Available at Cupid Inc. event through 2/25)
  • Shoes: Renegade Athena platforms (Silver)
  • Jewelry: Supernatural Gigi choker (Available at Cupid Inc. event through 2/25); Kunglers Valeria rings
  • Eyeshadow: Zibska Aoife (LAQ)
  • Lipstick: Pink Fuel Bon Voyage (LAQ)
  • Lashes: Shiny Stuffs 8 Lashes (LAQ)
  • Nails: SlackGirl Fatal Stilleto

Total ARC: 43,900

Photographed at The Four Seasons (Orinoco Valley region)

Wild Mountain Thyme   1 comment

Ohh, the summer time is coming
And the leaves are sweetly turning
And the wild mountain thyme
Blooms around the purple heather
Will you go, laddie go?

And we’ll all go together
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the purple heather
Will you go, laddie go?

If my true love will not go
I will surely find another
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the purple heather
Will you go, laddie go?

And we’ll all go together
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the purple heather
Will you go, laddie go?

  • Skin: PXL Linda (G3 DA CopperLips MEB)
  • Head: LAQ Zahra 3.05 Bento
  • Body: Maitreya Lara 4.01
  • Eyes: Ikon Sovereign (Rustic)
  • Hair: Vanity Hair Oh Na Na (currently unavailable in store)
  • Outfit: -:zk:- Christiane (Red) (currently unavailable in store)
  • Shoes: BAX Poppy booties (Silver)
  • Accessories: EarthStones Solitaire necklace and earrings (Ruby); Bax Coen Soft Shine pantyhose (tattoo, black 35)
  • Eyeshadow: Booty’s Beauty Aurora (Omega, slot 10)
  • Lipstick native to skin

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Christmas in White   Leave a comment

(Author’s note: since I didn’t have access to some 50 Residents in the proper skin and costumes, I’m asking you to suspend disbelief on my photos, and supplement things with your own imagination. Either road, here’s a short Christmas story from the 48th Century, and my character Ariel Sherman. HG)

Ariel glanced around her at the four dozen-plus gold and silver people surrounding her. As usual, The Land of Fantasy had put on a phenomenal production of its current revue show, and everyone looked satisfied with things, no matter the changes in the script for the evening. Of course, for cyborg memories, “changes in the script” were rather small beer. It was the human pride in their craft that shone here, pride in performing in a once-a-year show to the satisfaction of both themselves and a demanding audience.

There was still a final act to go before they rang down the curtain for the next four weeks, for the show’s annual break. This would not be the usual finale, though, with its famous nudity; not on this night. For this was Day 357 on the Limlight Standard Calendar. There were children in the audience tonight, and the entire performance was much more family-oriented. Especially for tonight’s finale, the one element of this special show which had not changed from year to year. To Ariel’s demanding eye, everyone looked happy, prepared, and confident. She nodded happily back to them, said, “Alright, people; let’s do it,” and got back words and signs of agreement. “Go, Dalton,” she whispered to her organic stage manager, who grinned back, tapped at his tablet, and gave the needed orders. Recorded music began playing; the “small” curtain in front of Ariel opened thirty seconds later, and Lady Ariel Sherman entered at stage center, sweeping through the curtains in a massive ball gown of white satin.

She dropped into a stage-depth curtsey as the audience cheered and applauded and the rest of the cast and company entered behind her. Each of the feature acts took their own bows, then arranged themselves behind their star artiste. The audience quieted at last, and Ariel said into the amplification field, “Thank you all so much for coming tonight to The Land of Fantasy! It’s always our joy and pleasure to perform for you, but doubly so on special nights, such as this.”

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People of the Heart – Friends   3 comments

Continued from Part 2 ….

Zana Sherman was fortunate that this weekend wasn’t as academically busy as it would become closer to the end of term. It seemed that her social calendar was compensating, by sending her invitations to meet with people she loved or enjoyed. Aside from Alon Cohen on Friday night, though, she was holding things to only an hour or so, and joining up with them on the way to other venues, such as the laundry or the Psych House … the graduate students’ name for the departmental offices. Even for a college student … at least one as diligent as Zana … socializing wasn’t everything ….

But she stretched the limits at Saturday lunch, because the meal was with Dara Furtano-Fa. The relationship with “Big Sis” ran back to when Dara had saved the lives of both Zana and her mother on the construction stage of The Land of Fantasy, her mother’s famous theatre. Not only had Zana met Dara that day, but the accident had set events in motion that led to Dara’s getting the cyborg conversion she had desired … and all that had arisen in the ‘borg community since.

Both women had a fondness for a restaurant in Vidran’s Arosen sector that offered what the owner called “Mongolian grill,” but served up al fresco. They were deep in discussion at a shady table outside the restaurant, situated on a food court in one corner of the district’s park. “And so the term’s going well so far?” Dara asked as their tea arrived. The sun of Videra’s primary glinted off her sunglasses, worn mostly for fashion’s sake, as ‘borgs’ eyes were quite capable of handling bright sunshine. (The sun also gleamed off the integuments of both women, golden on Zana and silver on Dara; they had chosen the shady table to spare the eyes of other diners and passersby as much as possible from the reflection.)

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People of the Heart – Family   4 comments

Continued from Part 1 ….

Zana stepped back into her apartment the next morning, thoroughly relaxed by the night’s activities … all of the night’s activities. It had been a stressful term so far, even for a cyborg; of course, graduate studies were always stressful, but psychology was tougher than most. And add into that my personal psychotherapy starts in two weeks, she thought as she moved into her bedroom to change out of her finery, into a casual unitard. God knows what little gremlins will turn up then! She had always considered herself well adjusted and mentally healthy. Who but God could guess what a qualified psychotherapist would find …? Then her lips quirked back in a mercurial change of mood. Although her career would be made, perhaps, as the author of the first case study on a ‘borg in the literature!

The small jest improved Zana’s mood; but she still felt the need for some encouragement, or at least a shoulder to cry on for a few picoseconds. Glancing again at the holographs on the mantel, she regretted not returning home to her parents’ house. Still, there were other ways of getting together with family … not as satisfyingly tactile, but they would do in a pinch …. She said to the room, “Computer, please call Ariel Sherman, home code, full holo.” She sat on her couch as the computer beeped.

Shortly, a full-body image of her mother, wearing a green casual outfit and a purple silk duster, appeared in the holoprojection field created by the comm program. “Hi, sweet one! What makes you call on this fine Saturday morning?”

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