day ninety-six.

i forgot about tearing this out when i was home for break. it fell out of a book yesterday.

spring continues to woo me.

i have to go read a romance novel now.

day ninety-one.

the button would not stay down.

aliens.

maritime primates.

paint pens.

they smelled like heaven. if heaven was made of flowering trees near dormitories.

day eighty-six.

today is the sort of day that could make you fall in love with this place.

i saw groups of people on tours and imagined what it would be like if this was the very first time i had seen all of it, and how that could change everything for someone so young, what with the sun shining, and the plants growing, and the people not wearing clothes.

day eighty-four.

signs of spring: daffodils rising from the dead leaves outside my house.

children's book, copyright 1953:

(i am 2/2 in oversleeping this week.)

day sixty-four.

this has been an extremely busy week (and next week might be worse) but i haven't let it get me down- lovely weather, the return of drinking peach iced tea, and being a part of one of my oldest friend's wedding this saturday.
sometimes, the madness of mid-semester can be okay.