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A Child’s Vision
by Alfred Noyes

Under the sweet-peas I stood
And drew deep breaths, they smelt so good.
Then, with strange enchanted eyes,
I saw them change to butterflies.

Higher than the skylark sings
I saw their fluttering crimson wings
Leave their garden-trellis bare
And fly into the upper air.

Standing in an elfin trance
Through the clouds I saw them glance….
Then I stretched my hands up high
And touched them in the distant sky.

At once the coloured wing came back
From wandering in the zodiac.
Under the sweet-peas I stood
And drew deep breaths. They smelt so good.

Sweet Pea Candle at Auntie B’s Wax

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The day job

It takes every ounce of decorum she can muster

To be polite

To be professional

To put up with the competitive, tunnel-visions of the administration

To be a productive cog in the machinery of a social service agency

But Monday through Friday

When the alarm clock rings at 5:00 a.m.

She wakes up screaming

 

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The question isn’t what are we going to do, it’s what aren’t we going to do.

Ladies and gentlemen, you are such a wonderful crowd.  We’d like to play a little tune for you.  It’s one of my personal favorites and I’d like to dedicate it to a young man who thinks he hasn’t seen anything good today.  Cameron Frye, this one’s for you.

Do you have a kiss for Daddy?

The key to faking out the parents is the clammy hands.

Bueller…Bueller

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Every Sunday her husband took her to his parents house. So clean and tidy with
everything in place the abode was lifeless, like a scene in a furniture store
showroom. She sat in her chair with her knees together and ankles crossed,
listening to her husband’s family struggle to find inane topics to create
conversation.  His mother, a chronic passive-aggressive, would find ways to
secretly state an opinion (typically discouraged, opinions were), which was
usually uneducated and distasteful.

Every Sunday for many years her husband took her to his parents house and expected her to act like a lady out of respect of his mother’s watchful eye which was quick to find faults to criticize.

Every Sunday she held her tongue, and learned to be demurely subversive.

Demurely Subversive at Auntie B’s Wax

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Do you love the smell of leather?  When I go to the Minnesota State Fair I visit the Funk and Rose Leather trading post to get some deep breaths full of that rustic, earthy scent.  When I wear my grandma’s vintage leather gloves I have a hard time keeping my hands away from my face to get a noseful of the aroma.  If my car had a leather interior I’d probably decide to live in it rather than my house.

I’ve got a candle at the shop that has a very true leather scent.  If you love the smell of leather as much as I do, this is the candle for you.

Leather Palm Wax Candle by Auntie B’s Wax

 

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