Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Winter Tales

This morning softly I awoke,
a silent world befell,
through silver hush
and lilac blush,

cold and sharp did smell.
Okay, nobody said I was Keats. And for the record this was actually last week. Furthermore, just so no one be deceived thinking Decadent leads a poetic or even a decidedly decadent life, this morning she awoke to an annoying alarm clock in pitch darkness and shivering cold, went and poked awake Buff - crashed on the couch after pulling an all-nighter writing a term paper and then trundled off to the kitchen to fix breakfasts and watched Buff devour one of his vile Algae smoothies.

2 comments:

Patricia said...

Aren't you clever!

And I just love your photos of a world I can only imagine.

LOVE lentil soup and I cannot wait to use your recipe.

=)

Jeanne said...

Blessings and much love
Jeanne