is there anything more beautiful then freckles?

cherry blossoms adrift

Pink petals passing
Scents above so high
Painted porcelain perfection
Blossoms caress the sky

Swaying silent shroud
Suitors strolling by
Pink petals passing
Lover's gentle sigh

Pastel hues falling
Slow fluttering grace
Pink petals passing
Lining streams in lace

Pink petals passing
Smoothest transit by
Soft essence floating
In most subtle lullaby

Inducing springtime slumber
Upon a satin shore
Sailing with the current
Pink petals pass before

Mary Fumento

spring is slowly coming...

what i want in life...

as i continue to figure out who i am and who i want to be...i have begun to discover things i hold dearly and want to have in my life...


i want to go on adventures with my children. i want to turn the bathtub into a time machine. the couch into a submarine. the car into an airplane. and the tree house into a home. i want to travel to mars with them. i want to see what worlds their minds create and watch as everything becomes a possibility.

i want to collect vintage tea cups or towels or salt and pepper shakers i want to have some collection that inspires me each and every time i look at it. i want others to tell me they were out shopping and saw this and thought of me.


i want a son covered in freckles with those eyes that tell the stories of mischief.

i want a library in my house. i want to walk into a room and have the smell of leather and musty pages greet me. i want a chair tucked in the corner of the room, out of site where i can curl up and get lost in my favorite stories.

i want to garden parties. i want chinese lanterns hanging all around. while cool jazz songs float through the yard as people mingle.

i want to live for a brief time on a plantation. i want to be there during harvest and get swept up in the madness. i want to see the product of my labor. i want to have a passion for the land.


oh how i want to go camping, for like a year. and spruce up our trailer and be those campers that greet the new campers to the park and invite them over for dinner one night.

i want freckles so badly i painted my face in them. now i feel like dennis the menace.

oh mr. wilson!!

since i was a little girl my ideal dream house has always been a white farmhouse with either blue or black shutters. it would have a big front porch with a swing on it and two wicker chairs for company and a screen door on the front door that creaks everytime you open it. i used to tell my mom that she would live with me someday in this dream house and we would play board games and do crafts. and spend all day working on my yards tending to the flowers and watch my children run around outside while we worked in the vegetable garden.

i realize now that i am older that this dream...hasnt changed much at all. i still want all those things...(except maybe my mother living with us...not that i wouldnt love her to live with me, but at the ripe old age of 24 i seem to still find myself at home with the parents and i believe i would like a house of my own...)



my grandma had a craft room in her house when i was little. it was my favorite room in her whole house. you could always find ribbons. buttons. birds eggs. glue sticks. lace. milk cartons. everything. i vowed to one day have a craft room of my very own. although i would settle for a crafting nook...

i want to go on an adventure. something wonderful. something that i get caught up in and dont realize i am smiling so big and wont stop smiling. i want to think about that adventure and smile a secret smile.

where do you find adventures?

“She told me once that the year she went to England she painted all her buttons yellow so she would remember what the sun felt like.” - Brian Andreas