what i love about sunday

Raymond's in his Sunday best,
He's usually up to his chest in oil an' grease.
There's the Martin's walkin' in,
With that mean little freckle-faced kid,
Who broke a window last week.
Sweet Miss Betty likes to sing off key in the pew behind me.

That's what I love about Sunday:
Sing along as the choir sways;
Every verse of Amazin' Grace,
An' then we shake the Preacher's hand.
Go home, into your blue jeans;
Have some chicken an' some baked beans.
Pick a back yard football team,
Not do much of anything:
That's what I love about Sunday.

I stroll to the end of the drive,
Pick up the Sunday Times, grab my coffee cup.
It looks like Sally an' Ron, finally tied the knot,
Well, it's about time.
It's 35 cents off a ground round,
Baby, cut that coupon out!

That's what I love about Sunday:
Cat-napping on the porch swing;
You curled up next to me,
The smell of jasmine wakes us up.
Take a walk down a back road,
Tackle box and a cane pole;
Carve our names in that white oak,
steal a kiss as the sun fades,
That's what I love about Sunday,
Oh, yeah.

Ooh, new believers gettin' baptized,
Momma's hands raised up high,
Havin' a Hallelujah good time
A smile on everybody's face.
That's what I love about Sunday,
Oh, yeah. 
That's what I love about Sunday,
Oh, yeah.

I can take you for a ride on my big green tractor.

Ma mére has her visiting teachers over. That means I have to be SUPER careful of what I do or say.


Last time they were over when I was home I had just finished a shower. I did not know they were upstairs and started singing some ridiculous song at the top of my lungs all the way to my bedroom. McKayla came to my room not long after and told me that they were all laughing at me upstairs. Oh boy.


I am just trying so hard not to sing too loud to embarrass my mother. It's taking all my will power not to...


So here's the thing. I really like country music. It's the music I grew up listening to. But most of you already knew that. But what you don't know is this:


I love the country songs about tractors.  


She Thinks my Tractor's Sexy by Kenny Chesney and Big Green Tractor by Jason Aldean. I would like to go on a date where we go on a ride on his tractor and have a picnic in the fields. Yeah, that's my kind of romance- country style.

Here's some country favorites (including the two mentioned above):

• 1970 Somethin' ( Mark Willis)
• Honey Bee ( Blake Shelton)
• I Love You This Big ( Scotty McCreery)
• Put You in a Song ( Keith Urban)
• Just a Kiss ( Lady Antebellum)
• No one Needs to Know (Shania Twain)

Listen to some country music. Please.
Avec amour,
Madison

this post is about muffins, not cupcakes.

Blueberry muffins. Wanna know why (this post is about muffins and not cupcakes)? Keep reading.


Kenedi and I were... well... doing nothing. I remembered my blueberry muffin left over from breakfast. This is what I discovered to be more exciting than I imagined it would be:


Searching blueberry muffins in Google Images while eating a blueberry muffin.


Of course my blueberry muffin was better than all of the images that were pulled up.
Not really.
Kenedi chuckled at my weirdness....
What irked me more than anything was that pictures of cupcakes popped up when I searched blueberry muffins.


Just in case you were wondering, muffins are not cupcakes.
Love Always,
Madison

C'est Bon.

So much wasted in the afternoon,

so much sacred [time] in the month of June.

Maybe I should write my summer list of things to do on paper instead of leaving it as a mental note. I have forgotten so much of it, and now, I am bored out of my mind. No to mention, all my friends are gone or not available. C'est bon... je pense... 

Here. Take a goggle at these beautiful women:

Dorothea Lange

Jessie Tarbox Beals

Margaret Bourke-White

(The captions have a link to their bios.)

Hello, Darling. I believe it is summertime.

*post script: Is it sad that all I can think about is books (and photography)? Is it sad that all I really have to talk about is books (and photography)? Is it sad that all I want to do is read a book (and take pictures)?
Maybe you understand, but maybe not.
It's fine. I still love you.

of summerish thoughts and such

She loved to daydream, and though her reputation for talking to herself was known by only a few, she knew it was part of her life. She could see things in her mind about herself, and she just had to talk about them to herself. 
'All right, so I mentally view my future. Is that so bad?' 

You can quote me, Commander. This is going to be a summer to sing about.

(quotes from A Summer to Sing About by Shirley Sealy)

twenty plus pebbles (if only that was possible)

books, books, books.

If I were to work at a library, I would enjoy seeing the regulars in corners wrapped up in a book. Little children with smiles on their face carrying a stack of picture books that is too much for them to handle. Sharing your favorites with those who need help searching for something delightful. A rather attractive man checking out your favorite novels.

It's a romantic situation, don't you think?  It would be very romantic to meet the man of my dreams in the middle of bookshelves filled with books containing poetry or some romantic book genre. He would ask me what my favorite book was and I would give him a list containing classics and books that aren't as well known to other readers. He would ask me to help him find some of the ones I liked and then check them out. He would become a regular, and every time he stopped by we would discuss books and our life. Eventually, he would ask me on a date. Eventually, he would ask me to marry him and I would have to say yes because I love him dearly. 

And all of it began amongst the bookshelves in a modest library.

Read a book.

twenty pebbles.

Burt and Bertha.

Burt: I sleep with my window open just enough to get some fresh air, but not enough to make me shiver. When morning comes, I am awakened not by the sun, but by the sound of buzzing. Bees. I named my new bee friends Burt. Ever since the warmth has come and the flowers have started blooming, my Burt friends have been there to wake me up every morning. I can tell that Burt and I are going to be great friends this summer.

Bertha: Big Bertha, actually. Big Bertha is the home of my Burt friends. Her name is pretty self explanatory- she's big, purple, and big. She's one hunk of a plant. I consider Big B to be my friend; if it weren't for her, my Burt friends wouldn't be here. Sometimes we don't get along very well because she shades my room when I would like some sunlight, but I've learned it's best to just forgive her and move on.

Make some summer friends.

All twenty pebbles.

Photography

Pretty sure that this is my new obsession. I have seen countless blogs in the past day or two, but this photographer's blog in particular is my favorite. I love her style as well as her little red-head daughter, Audrey.

Here's the link to her blog:
http://www.merephoto.com/blog/