Revelry Reverie

Make a monster face!

The way a crowShook down on meThe dust of snowFrom a hemlock tree Has given my heartA change of moodAnd saved some partOf a day I had rued. Dust of Snow by Robert Frost

Some mornings, everything goes wrong. “Get your shoes on” the mama said, but no one was listening. “Where’s your coat?” the mama asked, but no one was looking. “Do you need a pack lunch today?” the mama said, but no one knew. The kids, meanwhile, were smiling, laughing, and having fun together. “Let’s pretend that…

The lighting is bad, because I finished it late and took the photo with artificial light. But I’ve been working on this one on and off since this time last year, and it feels good to finish another (small) painting. This is Winsor & Newton watercolor and Holbein gouache, on Winsor & Newton watercolor stock.…

The cold earth slept below;         Above the cold sky shone;                And all around,                With a chilling sound,From caves of ice and fields of snowThe breath of night like death did flow                Beneath the sinking moon. From Lines: The cold earth slept below by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY

One online and not on WordPress.com, one at work and anonymous, and one in real life. In October I took a dive into communities. I ended up being part (in some way) of three. I decided to try to participate in Inktober via my Tumblr account (via my WordPress.com account 🙃), and ended up with…

Today was the twins’ party, and I will probably blog about that later. But this day is usually a day I work flat out and then just stare dull-eyed while the kids have fun. And feel grateful it’s over. But today it was an all around good day, and I made sure to take note.

The twins are eight today! There is so much about them that is amazing, but this year I can’t help but find myself seeing their closeness. They’re growing a lot and finding different interests, but they still need to be close, to spend time together, to hold hands and talk nonsense. A look back:

Fawn, creeper, and Gecko.