Angie at Home: Hanging at the Beach

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Hanging at the Beach

Another glorious day at the most beautiful spot in the world:

After a few weeks of Easterly winds blowing daily, the tide almost always in too far, and an influx of Blue bottles, we had a glorious sunny, wind-free, blue-bottle free afternoon at the beach.

Bliss.

1 comment:

UnknownMarch 12, 2011 at 9:46 AM
Beautiful beach.

Helen

You know me as Italiangreyhound!
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i carry your heart with me by e.e.cummings

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

The Water Is Wide by Bob Dylan(originally an old english ballad)

The water is wide and I can't cross over
Neither have I wings that I could fly
Build me a boat that can carry two
And both shall row my love and I.

There is a ship and it sails on the sea
Loaded deep as deep can be
But not as deep as the love I'm in
I know not if I sink or swim.

I leaned my back up against an oak
Thinkin' it was a trusty tree
But first it bent and then it broke
Just like my own false love to me.

Oh love is gentle, love is kind
Gay as a jewel when first it's new
But love grows old and waxes cold
And fades away like some morning dew.

The water is wide and I can't cross over
Neither have I wings to fly
Build me a boat that can carry two
And both shall row my love and I