• “Begin at the beginning . . . “

    " . . . and go on till you come to the end: then stop."
  • Flickity

    Unflaggable

    Bout that time

    James hangs the light tree

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  • STRANGELY, I LEARN MUCH IN MOMENTS OF DISTRACTION.

    "So she was considering, in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her."
  • Slight shiftings

    "I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle!"
  • Archives

  • “The time has come,” the Walrus said, “to talk of many things.”

    Of shoes . and ships . and sealing-wax . and cabbages . and kings . and why the sea is boiling hot . and whether pigs have wings.
  • And it just gets

    "Curioser and curioser!"

On December Twenty-FOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUR . . .

Happy Christmas everybody.

(PS: Hope the Incarnation brings you this much (or more?) joy)

guess who’s back . . .

as with last year, I knew it was truly Christmas when these guys greeted me in the shop this Saturday morning.
 

 

 
Even though they are quite handsome and organic, being entirely handmade out of natural materials, these Nutcrackers seem to be in a perpetual state of panic. I have to speak soothing words to them regularly, or they begin to gnaw [...]

We’ll make it!

So exams will be hard, and this week might be a bit difficult, but we’ll come out on the other side.
Just like this guy:
http://www.joshuaray.com/myspace/tunnelbaby.gif
CHRISTMAS CHRISTMAS CHRISTMAS IS COMING SOON!
(thanks to Drew T. Belz for the linkage)

Look again

Winter is now slowly swallowing Autumn up. Most of the trees have shrugged off all their color. Its a good thing—I think we might all just rupture if we had it like that for too long. There are certain glories I think humans can only have in doses.
 But glory remains, even though the color has not. [...]

A Little Little Surprise

We’re always looking for friends here at the little Burrow. This week we made a new one.
I would like to cordially introduce you to:

Mr. Little Little Nutkin, Nutkin John Marchsquirrell
 
Little Little Nutkin (as he allows only Lisa and I and selective relatives to call him . . . he would not appreciate strangers being this liberal with [...]