flax-golden

invasion advice

As a general rule, is better to appear friendly. Apparent friendliness yields a higher rate of success.

Split into small groups as not to be overwhelming. Three to five is best.

Do not approach your prey. Let it come to you.

Patience is key. There is plenty of time.

Keep your mouth shut until they are too close to get away.

Disguising yourself as some other sort of creature is recommended, but not mandatory.

About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.

boo.

Ghosts are everywhere.

They dwell in cabinets and old shoes and shrubberies, waiting to sneak up on you when you least expect them.

They hide in the scent of crisp leaves on windy days. They curl around your feet and pull you back into autumns past with unanticipated force.

They do not wait for you to be prepared.

You might assume they are relegated to haunted places. Cemeteries and abandoned houses and foggy moonlit depths of night.

But ghosts are not afraid of the sun. They are everywhere, everytime.

And there is no avoiding them.

About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.

cobweb

It is lovely in its simple complexity.

A methodical tangle of string.

Airy and weightless. Fragile.

Until you touch it and it won’t let go.

They call it a web, but it is more than that.

It is a boundary. It is a cage.

To keep things in.

To keep things out.

About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.

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About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.

hallowed halls

I had a dream last night that I was in college again. Not college-as-it-was, but college-as-it-might-have-been.

With old wood and ivy and bricks and the paper-musty smell of books that have been read over and over and over again.

Frozen in that time when graduation would never come, stalled in coffee cups and GPAs and Times New Roman twelve point possibilities.

Stained with ink and oil paint and tears and laughs and lack of sleep.

Measuring by semesters instead of seasons and it would never be over, never be older.

The way it always never was.

In between classes. In between worlds. Sitting on stairs bathed in golden light.

About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.

gingerbread army

Momma said they wouldn’t grow, but I planted them anyway. They were my cookies that I baked all by myself. I could do whatever I wanted to do with them.

I planted them in the garden.

I watered them with tea mixed with lots of sugar even though it made the watering can all sticky.

It took a very long time and a great deal of tea, but they grew! First the heads popped out of the dirt and then the arms and then the chubby bodies with sugar buttons.

The birds tried to nip at them but I chased them away when I could. Though one day there were feathers stuck to some of the sugar frosting mouths and not so many birds around after that.

I wonder what will happen when my gingerbread army grows tall enough to climb out of the ground?

About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.