The Piglet lived in a very grand house in the middle of a beech-tree, and the beech-tree was in the middle of the Forest, and the Piglet lived in the middle of the house...
beside clothbound copies of heidi, across from the little prince activity book (baobab stickers, anyone?) there's a handful of pooh & piglet books. i spent hours finding patterns from the colours and pagetop numbers. gas-station childhood fill ups, watching windows for a bookgift. so today, i bought my favourites, 'pooh goes visiting and pooh and piglet nearly catch a woozle' and 'piglet is entirely surrounded by water'. they are both one hundred penny reads. once upon a time, i too put messages in bottles and sailed round my living room in an upside down umbrella.
when i drift off in morning classes, i'm daydreaming about summer art projects and july seaside picnics. i have found a sweet flowershop and a candystore that are full-time hiring (and please call soon). i have lists of movies to watch, and places to go, and books to read. this new season is falling neatly into place.
who i'm for doesn't matter now; what matters now is who's for me.
3 comments:
i'm for you!! im for you!!
Feist! Her new stuff's interesting, no?
Julia, it's Bath Abby, in England.
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