Great grandfather’s farm is still there
Judy Collins, “Secret Gardens”
But it isn’t the same ….
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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 ….“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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At last! I’ve been hunting for a place to shoot the photos for this article, but I just wasn’t happy with anywhere I found for a party dress like this. I finally went to the photo studio Harper keeps hidden away on her island, and here I am.
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I decided to catch up on some of the classic old locations again, and so made a visit to Port Babbage. I’ve never been much for steampunk; but I have to say that the Babbage regions are fascinating … if smoggy (lol).
I wasn’t quite in costume. Then again, as I said, I’m not that into steampunk; and anyway, as I understand, Port Babbage and Caledon aren’t that fussy on outtatime visitors.
Strawberry Singh may be a Linden these days, but she still can do separate posts — just not plug stuff. She put up a challenge on the Community Forum a few days ago. Below is my contribution to the thread.
The photo on the left is from my November 2010 article, “Sweater Weather.” The one on the right I just took yesterday. Skins were improving by November 2010, although makeup tattoos (what we think of more as Bakes On Mesh these days) were still a few months away. This is probably the best photo I took in 2010; many of the others I’m embarrassed to confess to these days (grin).
It appears that I’m doomed to frustration whenever I encounter the Tokyo transportation system. The best I can figure out, I’ve missed my train.
The good thing is that someone stops by and notices my problem, and she helps me work out when the next train in the right direction will come along.
I’m wearing:
Diana wears:
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?
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