Hello Lovelies! No, you haven’t misread… I am about to do something useful in the Bloggosphere! Woaaa… I’m so wild! I go on for a year and a half rambling about, writing silly stuff, and all of a sudden… BAM! When no one suspects it, I decide to share knowledge that can actually be usefull.…… Continue reading Useful? Me…?
The tiny kind… Just above lefty, to the dead dandelion’s left..
We’ve had a very rainy spring so far. It has it share of down sides, but one of the good things about it is that snails are out and can be spotted pretty much everywhere… And they fascinate me… So little, yet so complex. Life.
Je suis désolée. J’ai bien essayé, mais ton prénom ne peut être simplement dit… Il doit être sussuré, du bout des lèvres, les yeux fermés.
Newly bloomed… If you’d like to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
Nikki, from Flying Through Water is hosting a Summer-welcoming Meet & Greet party this weekend! Nikki is a great host, and there will be much mingling around and nice people to meet! So come and join in… No reason to be shy 🙂 Welcome to the Flying Through Water Summer Meet via Summer Meet
I could explain this post… but Momma from “A Momma’s View” did such a good job at it, why don’t you pay her a little visit by clicking here! Momma, if you took time to write thirty five (35!!) unsusual questions, at least one person should answer them, right? But I don’t guarantee I’ll do…… Continue reading Questions only Momma asks…
Timid selfie in Montréal backstreet… A little blurry, but my cell phone’s camera is just that… A cell phone’s camera 😉 If you’d like to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
Once again, thank you Word Porn! Not that I can relate… I am not a fake person, but I do tend to be a bit secretive with people who aren’t close to me. So, is that pretending to be someone I am not? I don’t think so, but I guess it can look like it…… Continue reading The most beautiful thing…
A contest of thought brought to mind how many times she entered my memory, Upon waking or, entertaining the last waking moments she tended to reside sitting in my armchair staring at the fire, as if she could read my mind, It pleasured her, you know possessing the thought of someone thinking about her…… Continue reading Contest…
Cyranny's Cove 