She's not ours, but it appears that she wishes she was. Faithfully she watches over us from our doorstep, staring plaintively through the door for months. Our renegade visitor for the daylight hours. If only she knew she's lovely. If only she understood we're allergic.
I made a tough decision. He told me he had a suprise for me. I've wanted one for so long now but never knew its name. He showed me how many buds it has that will soon bloom, and compared it to my hopes for the future. It meant so much to me.
"Everything we do is a choice. Oatmeal or cereal. Highway or side streets. Kiss her or keep her. We make choices and we live with the consequences. If someone gets hurt along the way we ask for forgiveness. It's the best anyone can do." ~ Ned, Pushing Daisies ~
He came back from browsing the flea market to find the chickens taking shelter under our hand-me-down car. They don't seem to mind that it's a 20 year old VW mk 1 golf which is kinda ghetto (but then again, neither do we).