Birthday Love

♥ basketball game noise
♥ chocolate mousse cake
♥ rain on fallen leaves
♥ long, afternoon naps
♥ “When you carried her…you used to look at me like that. I’d forgotten how much you loved me. I’d forgotten how much I loved being her.” — Doctor Who, 6.10 “The Girl Who Waited”
♥ a warm puppy snuggled up next to me
♥ lunch plans with friends
♥ It was not an act of love, but one of necessity, as though we knew that left alone, neither of us could stand. — Diana Gabaldon, Outlander
♥ peppermint…anything
♥ fluffy scrambled eggs
♥ phone calls from loved ones
♥ surprise birthday cards
♥ little Doctor Who marathons

Sunday Morning Coffee

Spicy black tea this morning. The wind is beating against the house and if half of the leaves weren’t still green I would expect them all to be on the ground by the end of the day.

These wild, sweet, perfect things

Last Tango in Halifax
♥ talking to my granny on the phone
♥ chewy chocolate cookies
♥ Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords. — Richard Brautigan
♥ spicy black tea
♥ the first tree in the neighborhood to change colors
These wild, sweet, perfect things
Are little miracles your memory sings,
Till heart on heart makes us one music again.
— e.e. cummings, Sonnet
♥ starting the Outlander series
♥ to be known
♥ O were my love yon Lilac fair, 
Wi’ purple blossoms to the Spring, 
And I, a bird to shelter there, 
When wearied on my little wing! 
How I wad mourn when it was torn 
By Autumn wild, and Winter rude! 
But I wad sing on wanton wing, 
When youthfu’ May its bloom renew’d. 
— Robert Burns