Friday, September 12, 2008

When Daphne Gave Scrappy Doo the Keys to the Mystery Machine

Oh dear. It seems Lorraine's unexpectedly handed me the keys to the van, as she's had to run off to tonight's gig (where I'm told she'll be playing the bagpipes). Yes, I'm as baffled as you are. But she really wanted to get all the night garden pieces posted tonight; in my capacity as the Backup Fairy, I'm pleased to oblige in her absence. Many thanks to Phiala, Spacedlaw, Ariandalen, and Stacy: you've shown us your hearts, and rewarded us with beauty. It doesn't get better than that.

Fireflies & Stardust
by Nathalie Boisard-Beudin


by Phiala

The garden is not haunted.
Leaves rustle only from the cool night breeze.
Those flowers bloom at night for moths, not pixies.
No gnome lives in the hollow tree.
A row of garlic keeps the nonexistent vampires at bay.
Those glowing eyes definitely do not belong to a zombie.
I will go in to bed now, the bed without the monster underneath.


Green Moon Garden
by Ariandalen

There was a light breeze among the roses. The garden was lit only by the stars. It had been a long day, and tomorrow would be even longer. I desperately needed sleep, but there I was, out in the garden, trying not to dwell on the next day's events.

There was a sudden sharp scent of rosemary, so I turned and saw her walking towards me.

"Isn't it lovely how the limestone path glows in the starlight?" she asked calmly, her long white dress shifting ever so slightly in the breeze. "Yes," I said.

She walked softly along the path, stopping at one rose before moving to the next. Without looking at me, "There will be a new moon tonight. Did you know that? The second for this month, a green moon." I stood where I was, unable to move toward or away from her. "Hunh. Now that you reminded me, yes. A good time for new beginnings." I thought I saw a soft smile play across her lips.

She moved to the next rose bush, softly cupping a white single rose in her hands. She bent over so that her face was right next to the blossom and inhaled deeply. Her brows knit together as she stood and looked at me. "I know you chose your roses for their scent, but I don't know why I cannot smell them. I can only detect a hint of their fragrance. Can you tell me why?"

Before I could say a word, the tiniest sliver of a moon appeared in the sky. A single moonbeam landed between us, creating a hazy opening in the air. We both stared at it in wonder. A stronger breeze seemed to come from the opening, at least enough of one to move her hair slightly off her shoulders, though I felt nothing.

Her face became radiant with a smile as she moved towards the portal. "There! That is the scent I remember. And music. Such music!" Still I stood, riveted to my spot. She placed one foot through the now glowing portal, turned and asked, "Won't you come with me?"

I shook my head, "No. I can't right now." She stepped on through, waving, then the portal closed with a sigh. I fell to my knees, and the tears that would not come earlier that evening began to fall.


by Stacy Hurt

darkness finally~
peace and cold,

now I can work,
freely and with ease,

I do not practice
for perfection,
only function:
and that; I have perfected.

unborn mouths to feed
all are restless, confined.

I pass a single elegant appendage over it
soon my darlings...


something stirs

something panics

something dies

we shall dine

by the glow

of my red hourglass



Evening Prayer

by Nathalie Boisard-Beudin

Answering a knock on the door, he was surprised to find a tree on his door step.
You just don’t expect firs to show up on your porch in the middle of the night and this one had spread fresh earth, needles and worms all over the porch too.

So he could not help being a little curt in his response.

Yes? What was it? What did it want?


The fir had asked him – in a rather high pitched falsetto - if he did intend to walk the dog that night.

Now, because the tree has sounded a little like Terry Jones doing Graham Chapman's mother in the “Life of Brian”, he had right away suspected this to be some sort of practical joke. After all, why would a fir care if he did walk the dog or not? Did it need watering? But when, as a test, he had plucked a needle from the creature's branches a storm of wails had answered the insult and he'd been called all sorts of things that a well brought up fir really had no business knowing about.

Hasty apologies sheepishly presented, he then explained that his dog had to be kept at the vet overnight, for a routine operation. For tonight, there was therefore no plan to go "walkies". The fir started to shake. Wringing its branches, with noises of “how awful!” and laments, it told him that this could not be possible, that he just HAD to go out. Wouldn’t he come out, please, and make the world happen?

The what?

The world happen.

The night life and scenery around the house had only developed because he’d started to walk the dog. Previously there had been no need for an outside world to be there at all in the evening and – in order to cut costs of maintenance and operation – the area around his house had been kept void at night. With him starting to go out regularly, things had to be changed and although some – it would not name names – had grumbled about the hassle and expenditure, there was now a whole wild nocturnal setting out there for him to experience whenever he came out with the dog.
But it would only remain in existence if he did indeed came out every night. Otherwise, the auditing services would close down the whole operation and creatures like owls, fireflies, and fellow trees – with their dryads – would be sent back to some dank storage room.

And they quite liked it here.

They loved being in the open for once and the way the set designers had organised the place with twinkling stars and lovely mist ribbons. And the smells! The flowers fragrant after a hot day, the earth so rich, the mushrooms coming out in the moss. Why it made an old fir like him feel alive!
So would he - please - come out and play?


(and this is the bit where Lorraine always says)
Love and Guest Blogging,


At 7:31 PM , Blogger ariandalen said...

Wow! This is growing into something so COOL!

Natalie, I love both of your pieces. I love both, but I think the photo of the iris with the poem is my favorite. Still, it's close. :)

Stacy, that is a really nice poem. I had to read it a second time to realize who/what was talking. Well done. :)

Thank you, Jess, for posting these here for all of us to see. If everyone else is using their real names, I might as well use mine: Katilou Curry.

At 7:35 PM , Blogger Dragonsally said...

Oh my, Lorraine has talented fiends.

All of these are so beautiful.

Ariandalen, your piece had me so close to tears, I was there!

I am going out in the day garden now to dream


At 7:50 PM , Blogger Jess said...

Heh, yeah-- I wasn't sure whether to put people's real names or not. Nathalie's I knew already, and she uses it pretty openly online; Stacy's is on her blog. So I figured those were okay. I didn't know yours or Phiala's, though, so it had to be usernames; it's all a little inconsistent, but never mind. :) Once the website's running, everything will likely work itself out.

Everybody's writing such great stuff! I'm really enjoying reading all of them.

At 8:56 PM , Blogger ivenotime said...

Lovely, evocative pieces, and thank you Jess for posting all! I think the Night Garden Project (shouldn't we have a t-shirt?, black with a white baby garden?)is amazing and wonderful already, and really can't wait to see it grow and blossom as we take inspiration from these wonderful works.

At 9:20 PM , Blogger spacedlaw said...

Hooo... The Back-up Fairy is guest blogging!
Nice to see all those pieces together (I wrote "peaces", which is kind of a neat typo but clearly demonstrates that I have not slept enough).
I love them all (except mine because I was raised that way) and they make lovely reading in the wee hours of the morning, when darkness has not yet released its hold on the garden (which it might not do: we are due for rain and storm today - at last!) and the city is silent still.

Riiight. What's the word of the day for today?

At 9:45 PM , Blogger Rubius said...


Can the word be gloaming?

At 9:49 PM , Blogger Rubius said...

This is just so wonderful. I love it. Each piece is so different and emotive. I love it. I don't know what to say.

At 9:50 PM , Blogger Rubius said...

and in the vein of multiple comments... Go Jess Go!!

At 9:51 PM , Blogger spacedlaw said...

Actually I just checked and it's going to be "hermeneutics". But gloaming seems great. I can imagine loads of potential there...

At 11:12 PM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

Gloaming I can spell. And I know what it means. WHat is the other word. My brain won't work...

Fods! I love these pieces, ALL of them. You are so magic!!!!!!!!!! Our project is going to be the most beautiful thing EVER!!!!!! Thank you all so much!

ANd truly huge thanks to Jess, who got talked into taking the keys at the last hour, when I realized, no matter what I wanted, I simply wasn't going to have the time to get these up, and I really wanted to.

Three cheers for the Back Up Fairy!

OK. Bagpipes. This story might have made a way better story if the ending wasn't so, uh, lame.

I forgot them. There they sit on my desk. Had fun telling people what they were missing tho...

Weird night. Very slow first set, PACKED and wild second, then TWO people for the entire third set. They were really wonderful tho, made my night.

Pipes tomorrow night.

You are all the very best Fiends a girl could hope for.

At 11:47 PM , Blogger Rubius said...

Where hermaneutics are concerned ... it may be a small mercy that your brain doesn't work. It is a complicated word. And I would venture a difficult one to use in poetic text.

At 11:48 PM , Blogger Rubius said...

oh and

Hip Hip Hooray!!!

At 12:10 AM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

Hmmm...You may be right. Better off not knowing...

I need to sleep, why am I still up????

At 6:41 AM , Blogger Jess said...

Morning everyone--

Stacy made some revisions to her poem; I didn't find out that I'd posted the wrong version till this morning. Sorry, Stacy! This is it-- though I'm not sure that the spacing will come out as it ought to in comments. It's indented the same way as before, but the last few lines are different.

darkness finally~
peace and cold,

now I can work,
freely and with ease,

I do not practice
for perfection,
only function:
and that; I have perfected.

unborn mouths to feed
all are restless, confined.

I pass a single elegant appendage over it
soon my darlings...


something stirs

something panics

something dies

we shall drink the heady nectar

of life itself;

by the glow

of my red hourglass

At 7:20 AM , Blogger Bulfinch's Aglaia said...

What wonderful fun to read such different yet compelling works! I was taken to a different place, which is a good thing at the moment, and this new place was lovely and moonstruck and cool and clear. Thank you, all of you!!!

At 8:07 AM , Blogger spacedlaw said...

I like both versions, actually.

At 8:12 AM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

Morning All!

It looks like it is going to pretty much rain all day today!!!!!!! Which means no outdoor show for this girl! Which means I can now lie in bed wit Bengals for the next hour and drink tea, and perhaps get a few things done around the Spooky House.

I arranged for Cabal to have an all day play date, so he is fine.

I have 6 hours, all for me.

What a gift....

At 8:14 AM , Blogger spacedlaw said...

The shock!
What a wonderful gift too!
You might be spoilt for options there.

He the day has been rainy too. Finally (we had two rains in three months)!

At 8:15 AM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

Oh, sorry, I was so excited about the ME time I got all selfish. I like both versions too, they work for me. And make me think Spooky thoughts. Which are after all, the best kind..

At 8:18 AM , Blogger ivenotime said...

yup rainy here too - and I too like both versions of the poem. i am here at the office, so nice and quiet! now to make plaster molds...hope all have a relaxing and enjoyable saturday - tonight its tea and a book for me....

At 8:18 AM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

I think it will be a rainy fall, as we had none all summer.

I know there are going to be a few options like bed linen, cat boxes and batheing, but if that doesn't take the whole day, I won't know WHAT to do.

CAtch up in French, and the writing I need to get done, I expect.

And perhaps practice my piping if I am going to play in public with them tonight..

At 8:20 AM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

Just had my first sip of tea, IS there anything better?

(I am blissing out, with deciding not to do this gig today. NIce weather, wold have been fun, but intermittent rain, not do much...)

At 9:12 AM , Blogger gaypet said...

I am so impressed with everyone's work I am speechless. I think you all know by now how unusual that is. :)

I seriously need to read these pieces a few more times in order to articulate my feelings about them. M wants a bath now though so it will have to wait.

Your day sounds like just what you needed, Quiche. Hurray for you!

Good Saturday to all.

At 2:17 PM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

It's beyond great! 6 hours of ME!!!!!

Bathed, did the linen, and cat boxes, ran the dishes,, and have been pottering about, delightfully!

I tried playing with all four Bengals and a feather stick. Wasn't a disaster, but perhaps we are not ready for communal living...

I am beginning to think I may not find a home for my girls....

Speaking of lovely Night Garden pieces, I just got Gayles, and it is Very effective!!!!! I'll post it soon.

I am loving the writing, and I am loving hearing about the other mediums that are in progress...

At 3:03 PM , Blogger Jess said...

Gah! And there I just emailed you with another copy of Gayle's poem, without checking here first to see whether you'd seen it. Duuhhrr.

Note to self: check the blog first!

I hope everyone is having a nice day! Oh my Fod, today we went out and bought a car. How can just I go out and buy a car? Okay, so our other one was ten years old, and it was time, but geez. I'm only three years old! I can't handle this grown-up stuff! Gaaahh. Panic. Worry. Fuss.

At 3:08 PM , Blogger Jess said...

I mean, how can I just. Not how can just I. I must be freaked.

At 3:11 PM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

But what wonderful fun!!!!!

Don't worry, we know you are NO WAY a grown up, even if we all have to play one from time to time....

Congrads on the car!

I am really getting excited about tonight! SO glad I didn't have a show today...I'd be toast...

At 3:52 PM , Blogger gaypet said...

Oh a new car. What fun! I am a closeted car person. In fact I just finished watching Top Gear on BBC America. Sad but true. What did you get? I want a Honda Fit. When my ship-comes-in and all. :)

So, Lorraine, you had all 4 Bengal kitties in the same room and you are not in need of stitches? Good show!

And really, thank you again for the nice words on what I wrote. This is the most supportive, kind, wonderful place!

M is having the last blintz for dinner. Time to make more. I think I will bring them to the party next year. ;)

At 4:06 PM , Blogger Jess said...

Mmm, blintz. I want to learn to make blintzes!

We got a Civic. Had a Civic, replaced it with a Civic. How samey!

I would like to think that new cars are fun, but I have this pathological fear of machines; I'm always convinced, somewhere in the back of my head, that when I do drive, I'm going to Die in a Big Oily Fireball Crash, OH NOES!!!one!!! :O I know it's nuts. But you all knew I was nuts.

Four kitties, one string: sounds like a fight! :D I'm glad you got to have a lovely afternoon after all, though, instead of a very very very long one. You deserve You Time!

At 4:08 PM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

Three kitties. Mim wanted no part of it. And Venus didn't know if she wanted to play or fight...

Off to my gig, have a great night!

At 6:37 PM , Blogger pantagruel said...

Nice work, all! I shall have to step up, I see.

Top Gear, phwoar! Cars, speed, and riotously funny men -- what's not to like? Congratulations on your new car, Jess! A Civic, huh? I drive a Mini with which I traumatized Quiche, heh heh. (I get so much mileage out of that, I'm not letting it die.)

At 7:52 PM , Blogger gaypet said...

Another Top Gear fan? Wow! You rock. :) I have a huge crush on Hammond. The three of them together are SO funny.

Plus they had David Tennant drive their track.

At 7:56 PM , Blogger Dragonsally said...

We never miss Topgear either.

Just love the way the guys interact. James May was my original crush, but the Hamster has been growing on me again. I really admire the way he has persevered after his accident.

They are about to launch an Australian version. I think it will flop - its those guys who keep the show alive and funny, and keep us watching.

At 7:57 PM , Blogger Jess said...

A MINI! Mr. Jess will be incredibly jealous of you, Val. He really, really wants one. Maybe I shouldn't tell him...

Ha! I was going to ask if you'd seen David Tennant swearing his way round the Top Gear Track, Gayle-- brilliant. :D

At 8:03 PM , Blogger ivenotime said...

oooohh mini, drool, i would so love a mini.... and blintzes....yes, blintzes and a mini......

At 8:08 PM , Blogger spacedlaw said...

I'g go for blintzes.

At 8:15 PM , Blogger gaypet said...

I am always amazed to meet people who watch the same shows that I do. Alone. In the dark. Drinking. ;)

I will make blintzes for everyone!! They don't travel well though. Sorry.

At 8:22 PM , Blogger spacedlaw said...


At 8:30 PM , Blogger gaypet said...

HA! I've been called worse. ;)

I would love to sacrifice and leave Minnesota for Italy. Shall I? Yes PLEASE. I promise that I will make TONS of food for our party in June. You just have to get here.

At 8:37 PM , Blogger pantagruel said...

Jess, tell your husband that Minis eat transmission shifter cables... which then locks up your transmission for fun and excitement. I'm on my third transmission; BMW did make good and replace both the failed ones for free, though. But I bet that'll put him off the cars. ;)

I love the way it handles. LOVE. I decided instead of getting an S, I'd go with the sport package -- definitely worth it for the added stability control, and the run-flat tires. That decision's saved my life twice now. I so want to go to the Skip Barber driving school, so I can learn to do skids properly,and all other sorts of exciting maneuvers. Then I'll be ready for the day when they invite art directors to drive around the track on Top Gear.

I can dream, right?

At 8:55 PM , Blogger gaypet said...

So I think I can comment on the work that all of you amazingly talented people have done.

Nathalie, I have been over to your site and really love all of your work. The iris, however, is really one of my favorites. The image itself is so beautiful and “Stardust on the move” opened up imagery that went beyond the photo.

Phiala, what wonderful irony. We all know what is really under the bed. You captured it beautifully.

Ariandelan, your piece is so magical. I love the imagery and ambiguity! I could smell the scents. And understand.

Stacy, I love the way the words appear on the page as well as the content. The words, “unborn..” to “...darlings” made me think of when I was pregnant and could feel my son moving. That alien feeling. And then tears. :)

And again, Nathalie. I don't have a short review of “Evening Prayer”. It speaks to me in a way that would take a page or two to explain. My familiar was a dog that I walked at night. I lost her last year. She made the night time world happen for me. I will tell you about her if we ever meet. I guess that is to say that you have written something that can be interpreted by the reader in their own way. And this reader loves it.

At 9:04 PM , Blogger gaypet said...

Oh dear. Just received a message from our Ms Fabulous. She wishes she were done with the gig now and here with us. She even says she wants to cut the set short. Must be pretty bad. Ugh, I wish I were closer and could ride to the rescue. Send goodness her way!

Hang in Q!!!

At 9:43 PM , Blogger spacedlaw said...

Sometimes they do get bad crowds - drunk or hysterical wedding guests mostly - but I hope this isn't too bad. They should be finished soon. And then there is the ride back home (good thing she did not have a gig in the afternoon).

At 9:45 PM , Blogger spacedlaw said...

Thanks for the kind words, Gayle.
Actually the story was brought into existence by someone who had recently acquired a dog and remarking how walking the creature in the evening had modified the vision he had of his garden.

At 10:38 PM , Blogger gaypet said...

I have seen the drunken wedding crowds and feel for what our Q must be enduring. Ugh! Tomorrow (later today) will be better.

Good night all. My M will have me up before fod. So, off to bed.

Sweet dreams all.

At 11:05 PM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

Hi Fiends, and many thanks!

Yes, drunken wedding crowds. It wasn't all bad, just got wearying by the end of the night. We had enough of Our sort of people there to make for some happy moments, but it was hard work, and went downhill..

Most bands to three one hour sets here, Paul and I do hour and a half, hour, and half hour, just for this reason.

Paul is great, he has this wonderful easy attitude that he is there to play and have fun because he likes it, and if the bar is full, that's great for the bar owners, and we are doing our job.

I told him he was a much nicer person than me, hee-hee.

I think I feed off the crowd, they give, I take, I give, they take. And feeding on drunk people doesn't work for me.

Or perhaps, as I told Paul, it's all about me and just ego.

I always say if you can't MAKE them pay attention to you, you're not doing it right, but it gets REALLY hard when they are drunk and not there for you.

I love reading your comments on my breaks. And tonight they were timely.

My thanks.

And oh, oh yes. I did ride in the Mini with Val. On the freeways of LA. It reminded me greatly of the time I rode in Boss's Mini with him driving....

I felt just exactly as safe and secure! And I would do it again in a...

(Well. No , I wouldn't)

At 11:50 PM , Blogger pantagruel said...

You lived, didn't you? ;) My driving seems to have that effect on non-natives. No idea why. I mean, just because I can cover 65 miles in 45 minutes, in rush hour traffic... In all seriousness, if you add up all the hours of my commute, I spend 18-20 hours a week driving on LA's freeways. That would, I suppose, shape one's driving style... But never fear, I will happily drive you around anytime!


Glad that the meh gig with the drunks is over with; it sounded horrid. Drunk people have no energy to give, really. Good thing you had a relaxing afternoon, so the day wasn't a total wash. :)

At 11:54 PM , Blogger spacedlaw said...

LOL. In Mantova, last year, I heard your boss talk about his driving and how it scares people!
Off to bed with you and I'll mak myself another tartine (that's bread and butter for you).

At 12:07 AM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

I am going to bed, it is all sort of fading, as it does..But now I am hungry, tartines for all!

Having said so to his face,I feel comfortable saying Boss's driving is scary. It is good the car service and me.

Val, I am not sure who might win, in a contest between the two of you, hee-hee, yes, I did live, and I am sure everyone who has ridden with the two of you feels just as grateful....

At 12:21 AM , Blogger pantagruel said...

Dude! We could have our very own version of a Top Gear episode: A Scary Driving Contest! That would ROCK! (Of course, to be done right, it needs to happen in LA. For extra terror.)

Sleep well!

At 5:39 AM , Blogger Jess said...

Good morning! Has anyone heard from ariandalen? I'm a little worried about all the reports of flooding in Galveston-- I don't know how close she is to there. I don't think she's in that area, is she?

Here is my experience: the vast majority of British drivers, apart perhaps from my brother-in-law, are Scary Drivers. They all do at least ninety as a matter of course. You've never loved standing still so much till you've careened around some of those narrow back roads out in the Fens-- rushing River Nene on one side, ten-foot drop into a field on the other. In the dark. Neeeeeyyyyooowm!

Mr. Jess would like to protest at this point that he's a much more sedate driver than he was. This is a guy who drives around Pittsburgh every day, right? :D But I guess he is better than a Pittsburgh driver. Most of them aren't actually watching the road.

I hate driving. I don't do it unless I have to. Mr. Jess could tell you stories about me and my anti-drivingness. Oh yeah.

At 7:19 AM , Blogger ivenotime said...

Scary stuff Jess! Pittsburgh is a scary town to drive in -can't believe Great Britain could be worse *shudder* I'm not sure where Arian is either, so hope all is ok down her way. Lorraine - ouch, sounds like a tough gig, glad it's over. Boy are we catching up with rain, getting the last tail of hurricane ike ourselves this afternoon. Have a good Sunday all!

At 8:24 AM , Blogger Phiala said...

Wow, all kinds of goings-on here, not that I'm surprised. Just coming up for air during a long weekend of doing exceedingly boring science. (Surprise! Most of science is incredibly dull, no matter what the movies make it look like. Of course, most of anything is incredibly dull, I suppose, at least on the work side of it.)

You can certainly use my legal name, which happens to be Sarah Goslee. I go by Phiala pretty much everywhere, since there are about a zillion people of roughly my age named Sarah. My mom chose it in large part because she didn't know anyone named Sarah. Heh. My name is all over my website, and elsewhere on the internet, and I don't have any problem with it appearing here. Um, obviously, since I just used it. :)

It's very nice to see some good comments on my garden-bit, especially since it's in such excellent company. Nick pointed out after reading it that really it's because in my house, the monsters sleep on top of the bed. Which has possibilities all its own, doesn't it?

Jess, I completely agree with you about the buying and using of cars. And I desperately need a new one, as my poor little Prizm is nearly 19 (eeeeep!). But the thought of actually going out and buying a new one??

Lorraine, I'm glad you got most of a day to yourself, even if it did end less-than-pleasantly.

Hrm. Back to work. Hooray for podcasts and, since this is just brainless enough that I can have audio entertainment. I can't watch movies, though, since I need to look at the computer. Too bad!

At 9:21 AM , Blogger spacedlaw said...

Ariandalen seems to be about 200 miles away from Galvestone (this based on the info on her LJ profile) so might be okay - if wet, certainly.
Sent her a message via LJ... We'll see. Blogger might not quite be a priority for her right now.

At 11:04 AM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

A scary driving contest between Boss and Val? Truly, I do not know who would win. And truly I do not want to be there.

Monsters belong on top of the bed!!!!! And Phiala, surely you jest! Science is BORING????? Go on....

200 miles is not so much as far as hurricanes go. I bet it is wet, and scary. Ariandalen, we are thinking of you!!!!

My gig today got canceled, too cold and wet. WHich is good as now I have all day with Cabal and his play date, Freckles, and not a lot of work to do, but rats, I wanted the $$$, thing paid great....

At 11:41 AM , Blogger spacedlaw said...

So instead of feeling exhausted at the end of the weekend, you'll just end up as normally tired and not as rich as planned.
It does suck a bit but you will be in better shape to enjoy the Belà Fleck concert.

At 11:50 AM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

Very true, I'll be tired, but not mush for Bela, which is all to the good.

I'm sure not lighting the world on fire here, I'm working on a song I will never play anywhere, has no place in the pubs, but may be perfect at some point. No idea where.

I should be doing French and working on my bagpipes...

At 12:39 PM , Blogger Stacy said...

Ah sunday morning; yes; even thought it's really 12:38 pst; for me; it's morning.

Thank you to all who have said such nice things about my beloved obsession.

gaypet; it's been 15 years since i was pregnant with only child and i remember those moments like yesterday; blissfull and wondrous & if i could have, i would still be having babies. esp. the nursing part...

i guess i should actually watch tv cos then i'd be a 'gear head' like you guys too! i would love a mini and nearly traded in my 04 maxima for one but ended up keeping her. i love my maxima and it is one fast ride i can tell you! when they come out with the s convertible with all the other bells & whistles on the mini i may go there; and i want the irish flag as my paint job; screw bmw and their anglophile brit flag!!! LOLOL!

when we did watch tv; mythbusters was our favorite show. those to guys and the younger (yummy) ones cracked us up too.

really glad to hear ariandalne is further away from the storm. i have friends in houston and it ain't pretty.

so much to catch up on reading... my inner ear is still throwing my sight off as well as my balance; so for now;

all my love & spiders to everyone!

At 1:45 PM , Blogger gaypet said...

I had mastitis many times in the first two months of nursing. I stopped counting at 7 times. It was two months of horrible pain. They don't tell you that can happen. I did it though and nursed M for 2 years. I am glad that I did but I have to say that I don't miss it. I like having 4 cups of coffee in the morning and 3 cosmos at night. ;) I didn't take so much as an Advil or drink a Diet Coke for 3 YEARS!

At 6:25 PM , Blogger ariandalen said...

Okay, everybody, I'm okay. :)
Texas is a big state. I live just west of Interstate Highway 35, Just south of Waco which is halfway between the Dallas/Fort Worth metroplex and Austin. We were on the western edge of Ike. Lots of wind, though no worse than we've had on clear days, gusts up to 37 mph IIRC. We got some nice easy rains, with the clouds clearing off by evening. The eye went east of I-45, so it was nice to get some rain. When Gustav hit, we didn't get a drop of rain. We didn't get any rain from Dolly either, and we really needed it then.
I'll post again later.

At 9:08 PM , Blogger AletaMay said...

These are each wonderful and I want to say more about each one but no time tonight! I will say more tomorrow.

Jess, LOVE the title of this post!

At 11:44 PM , OpenID kali-licious said...

Oh this is just what I needed after work trying to keeeel me the last few days..more magic from the night garden..just the thing to put the smile back on my face.:)

Glad to hear you're ok, Ariandalen.
We just got Ike's leftovers tonight..a good amount of rain and gusty winds mostly.

At 1:00 AM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

Ariandalen, Texas is BIG??? Who knew....Well glad you're ok, we would have mobilized the alliance if need be tho...

It was a great title, and Jess, did an amazing job of being the first ever guest blogger and saving me!!!!!

And the entries are all magic.

At 1:13 AM , Blogger spacedlaw said...

Actually... I seem to remember guest blogging back in February (feels like ages ago though).

At 1:16 AM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...


Um, that would be my bad.

Very sorry.

I forgot that HOW?????????

At 1:25 AM , Blogger spacedlaw said...

Selective memory: there isn't room in your head for all the things that need remembering - in particular for work related things.
In a "survival of the fittest" race, memories fight over for your attention and mere details like that gets scrapped. No worry. It's completely normal (probably healthy too).

At 5:51 AM , Blogger Dan Guy said...

There isn't room in my head for all of this commenting. I had them auto-downloading to my head but the formatting went all screwy and I had to shut it off.

I forgot the idea that I had for my Spooky Garden piece, as I knew I would.


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