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Happy, yes HAPPY Friday my beautiful babes! So glad we made it through this week, but I have to say hey hey June, slow down, let’s not let summer go too fast. Indiana is set for a beautiful stretch of weather, not overly hot and I’m going to soak up every last second of it! Hope it’s going to be a good weekend for you all! Let’s get to Friday favorites and to enjoying this summer weekend ahead! 1. Outside Time This past weekend was absolutely gorgeous but strangely, I was in a really weird…

February 2006 | Dean Young, Robert Pinsky, Albert Goldbarth, A. Stallings, George Szirtes, Roger Mitchell, Mark Soifer, Richard Thayer, Molly Brodak, Benjamin McVay, Elizabeth Alexander, Dan Chiasson, James Holman, Bill Witherup, James Davis, Peter Dufault, Christina Pugh, Arthur Rimbaud, Wendy…

"April is the cruelest month." -T.S. Eliot, "The Wasteland". 1922.

My favorite day of the year. Bar none. Thanksgiving? Lovely. Christmas? Holy. Spring? Longed for, dreamed about, celebrated... I can't help myself. More sunshine, thunderstorms, green grass, tiny shoots of pretty plants, and the garden, picnics outside, flowering trees, waking up to bird song, flowers, blue skies, laundry hung on the line and getting into a bed that smells like breezes, longer days, and nights where the cool air and sound of spring peepers lulls me to sleep through open…

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