I was just sitting here surfing different blogs beside my open window, and from the reflection on my computer screen, I saw a buzzard circling outside. Tell me that doesn't foreshadow something bad. Scary.
"Yes, the way I feel about being a woman in the South is the way I feel about the oleander that blooms in June: though it's said that the sap, even brushed against one's skin, is toxic, I carelessly break the branches, stick the ravishing flowers into my hair..."-- Rosemary Daniell
What I'm Reading Now...
Savage Beauty, The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay
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