Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Welcome to my blog. This is my first. I plan for it to be a conglomerate of all things I love. Recipes, gardening exploits, DIY, and anything else I feel like posting...like ridiculous pictures of my dog, or pretty fall leaves, or blue taco buffets.