my very own semi-rural part-time natural livin' full-time lovely equestriennes are all done with the white mountains for a while.
it's back to waterbaby doo-doo butter world and back to school for the girlies,
and back to scrapin' and paintin' and fixin' for us...
in a couple of hours or so,
after tea and toast,
we all ride out to meet up, drop off, and say goodbye.
it's a weak kind of sauce for sure.
times were had;
although always seemingly too few and too fleeting,
i'm grateful for the minutes and moments, ya'll.
two weeks of weak-less wonders...
new housey exploring, really-real lifetime doings, cooking, reading, riding, working, shopping,
and all the tiny little vivid lived-in arts and ideas of everydays, every day.
i've got some sucky little suculents, that'll live here on our ledge,
as gifts from the girls.
i'm serious,
four funkin' cacti,
all prickly and paddled, spiky and sprouting, to remind me every morning.
hand picked, poked, and pinpricked by two terrific free-winnin' freyas.
they're super sweet on the inside, yo.
all of that good kind of sugar an' spice, and everything nice,
but on the road,
it's an acrid asphalt turdbiscuit tarscape.
yeah, yeah, yeah, without that bitter the sugar may as well be salt.
sugarwater tears, however, would just lead to acne....
never quiet, never soft...
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