it's raining here today
and
the color of grey is everywhere
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it's the kind of day that makes staying in your pajamas justified
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i mean really, if the only thing you're going to do is sit and watch the football game and eat sandwiches with too much mustard, does it really matter what you're wearing. i think not.
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do you want to read my favorite poem
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i hope you do. it's quite perfect for a rainy grey day.
well
any day really, but especially today.
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happy weekend
happy weekend. i won't spoil your perfect rainy day. mine would be to curl up with books in my bed. but alas...to much to do.
ReplyDeleteRainy here too... :( That poem is just beautiful. Enjoy a cozy Saturday indoors!
ReplyDeleteI really love the poem, Thank you and have a great pajama days !
ReplyDeleteI can't believe I've never read this before.
ReplyDeleteThank you Beth.
amen to this .
have a wonderful cozy pj day, I hope the mustard is dijon :),
The poem and music are wonderful. No wonder it is your favorite poem. Awesome.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a wonderful way to spend the day, enjoy!
ReplyDeleteA romantic heart
ReplyDeleteA very dreamy looking picture today. Nice!
ReplyDeleteDi
truth be told, i spend several days a week in my jammies, after i shower i just put a clean pair on if i am home and working, today was one of those days, making jewelry on my pajamas, watching harry potter movies, baseball and football on in the background.
ReplyDeletethe poem is beautiful.
Nothing like a cozy, rainy pajama day that we can just melt into...Enjoy it, beautiful Beth , and thank your for The Invitation.
ReplyDeleteBig Love !
Love your poem! The following poem was chosen as poem of the century. They read it to us at the children's school - it was the first time I heard it. Sad, but beautiful...
ReplyDeleteWHEN I DIE:
When I die tomorrow
tell to the trees
how much I loved you.
Tell it to the wind
who climbs in the trees
and falls out the leaves,
how much I loved you
Tell it to a child
that's still young enough to understand.
Tell it to an animal,
maybe just by looking in it's eyes.
Tell it to the houses of stone,
tell it to the city,
how much I loved you.
But don't tell it to a human being
He wouldn't believe you.
He wouldn't want to believe that
only a man only a woman,
that a human loved another human
like I loved you
My 21-yr-old son just ran to the corner drugstore in his jammie pants, so, hey...anything goes today.
ReplyDeleteRainy days are the best days. Ones in which we get to hunker down and play. Love the image!!!
ReplyDeleteI love this poem, Beth. Love it. Do you mind if I post it tomorrow?
ReplyDeleteI had never read this before. Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you!
ReplyDeleteI love rainy days... :happy sigh:
ReplyDeleteAnd you're right. There's something wonderfully lazy about them. It makes indoors seem so cozy.
Lovely, Beth.......the poem and the music. Thank you so much for sharing it with us.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Jackie
This poem is amazing. Who wrote it? I would like to post it on Facebook. Hope that is OK.
ReplyDeleteOoooh, that is what love is really all about, yes?
ReplyDeleteYour images are making me gasp this morning. It is grey outside here today, so you are my sunshine. :)