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The grain is ripe for harvest. Apple trees and gardens bear forth the fruits of summer. This is the time of Lughnasadh.


That would explain why I'm missing the faire so much.

cool

Emily is having her afternoon meltdown and I'm at the puter so I can lean over and pet her every five minutes (doc said it's important that she gets time to cry to let off steam, and I can tell now when she's just vexed)....anyway

today she started blowing raspberries of a sort back at me. We went on like that for 15 minutes or more. She was surprised the first time she did it, then I did it back and she tried really hard and after awhile got it a second time. I kept playing with her and she got better and better. Now I'm covered in baby spit and it's pretty cool.

It helps that while my hormones are all over the place and the depression is casting it's own pall over things, miss Em can do something like this and it feels like dancing to Dexy's midnight runners in the springtime right after a rain at twilight.

except for the obvious bit

this is pretty cute

Take The Princess Quiz by Azure Eyes

You are The Princess of Quite a Bit

Your kingdom is comprised of modest crafts and tradesmen.
Though your title of Princess is mostly honourary, you still manage to take advantage of the freedom and privileges your sovereignty provides.
You have time to enjoy the finer things in life, but keep your indulgences to a minimal level, believing that one should waste not, want not.
You never forget your prestigious heritage, but you prefer to mingle with the commoners, relishing in the special freedoms they have.
Your life revolves around tradition and celebration, spending those times with the ones you love.
Level-headed and considerate, you are well liked by all your subjects.
Your crown is a thin band of jewels.
Your throne is a simple chair that sits beside your mother’s throne.