Sunday, August 21, 2011


If You Catch a Firefly
By Lilian Moore (1909–2004)

If you catch a firefly
and keep it in a jar
You may find that
you have lost
A tiny star.

If you let it go then,
back into the night,
You may see it
once again
Star bright.

Lilian Moore, “If You Catch a Firefly” from I Feel the Same Way (New York: Atheneum, 1967). Copyright © 1967 by Lilian Moore. All Rights Renewed and Reserved. Used by permission of Marian Reiner.

Mere moments ago, (If that be, because I couldn't wait to herald!), my pocketbook all by itself opened to my favorite online emporium, Victorian Trading Co., because who could conjure up resistance to


this delightful,
light~full find?!

I've made buys of several! So far, one to go to the Pink Room and one to side~by~side night~light me as I doss in my own nest! The rest (a dozen's half in tally), I still make thinks about what places will be their very own.) What stunners ideed, truly you agree? [About this MustMakeMine says VTC: "We've chanced upon a clever souvenir of those magical evenings spent under a canopy of stars, gleefully in seeking those evasive, blinking yellow 'Lightning Bugs'."]

Also have I claimed


a Wintergarden!
It is Victorian Trading Company's crystal ring, who tells this tale: "Ivy-covered Austrian crystal spans two fingers like a neglected Victorian garden."

Any better do descriptives ever be?!
Such snaggable poetry caught me
hook, line and shiny dropball!

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Daisy, Daisy Give Me Your Answer Do

And now they bow, “With all our heart,
We’ll love each other till us part.”

My co~pilot is my most times alarm clock, too. In so many words meows, Puddle did shortly ago remind me “Morning has come early!” Again might I add, yet I do laugh because she is so sweet! It is the handful of kitty bites in Puddle’s bowl next to my bed I put that she has become accustomed to, a stifle~action I akin to “hitting the Snooze button.” Once more I do a giggle with the “thinks” of a sleepy me making my pre~dawn delivery!

On a day like today and those resembling it as well,

my eyes are unusual platters and I make waits to play “‘Daisy,’ Tell Me Do.” If a pussykitty be your waker, you can play, too:

In your cat’s dish place a small palm of cat treats. Soon after a full feline~belly has been achieved, tally the number of morsels left in your familiar’s bowl. To be read with each treat~measure, recite one line of the following poem that now belongs to the powers of the “petals”:

[first treat] He loves me.
[second treat] He loves me not.
[third treat] He’ll want me.
[fourth treat] He won’t.
[fifth treat] If he could he would.
[sixth treat] But he can’t.

The line harmonizing with the last nibblet awards you your answer. I believe if treats numbered two, four, or six end your story, have at it like you’re putting shampoo to its use: rinse (the bowl, not the kit
-kat! lol) and repeat, because Happily Ever Afters be good human treats!