flax-golden tales: a not-quite-midnight picnic
a not-quite-midnight picnic We decide to have a midnight picnic with the moon but we leave early just after the sun goes to sleep so there will be enough light to see by to
a not-quite-midnight picnic We decide to have a midnight picnic with the moon but we leave early just after the sun goes to sleep so there will be enough light to see by to
an entreaty before departure It is almost time to go. Someday is, in fact, today. Time for departures and changes and brave new worlds. New sights and new sounds, new dreams and new shoes.
bargaining with space and time They make promises to themselves and to the universe and in that moment they believe they got the better of the bargain, they believe that everything is forever and
tiny helpful birds The Helpful Birds are small and black But some of them wear splashes of color And all of them are somewhat fluffy. Often only one of them will show up But
I started writing flax-golden tales in the summer of 2009 because this blog was newish and I wanted it to look like I was a proper writer who wrote things. I wanted to do
the wish granters The faeries got tired of constantly being asked to grant wishes while they were busy with other things like practicing their tiny violins and writing novellas and drinking their faerie wine