With All the Frills Upon It

The house is dressing up in its spring finery now. Just like when I was young, my father always got my mother and me camellia corsages at Easter. And then my mother and I would buy ourselves new dresses too, and shoes and hats as well, and feel so fine stepping out in the warm spring weather. I like to think the house is dressing up for spring that way now. It always looks so pleased with itself this time of year.

House in Spring














Easter Parade
Lyrics by Irving Berlin

In your easter bonnet, with all the frills upon it,
You’ll be the grandest lady in the easter parade.
I’ll be all in clover and when they look you over,
I’ll be the proudest fellow in the easter parade.
On the avenue, fifth avenue, the photographers will snap us,
And you’ll find that you’re in the rotogravure.
Oh, I could write a sonnet about your easter bonnet,
And of the girl I’m taking to the easter parade.

An Easter lullaby from Gene Autry

It’s Easter night, and in a nostalgic mood, I put together this machinima from an old vinyl recording of Gene Autry singing “Bunny Roundup Time,” one of the sweetest lullabies there is. Enjoy it, chickadees. Wish I could tuck you in and sing it to every one of you. Guess Gene will have to stand in for me. lol.

Hippity hop hop, Easter’s on its way

Guess which bunny is me? lol.

P.S. This is taken at Laura Liberty’s Easter Town.

G’nite, dream well, my friends!

Good night, chicadees. Hope you had a wonderful Valentine’s Day. I love this dress! It was a freebie from diavolicious. /me waves nini to all.

Happy Valentine’s Day Everybody

Congratulations Egypt from Second Life!

You’ve done it!!!

Heartfelt congratulations to you all. My heart leaps in joy. You never lost faith, you never lost your human spirit.

I dance at Tahrir Square with you all!!!

The celebration gets under way at the Modern Egypt sim in SL

The Spirit of Giving

And now, an original holiday poem and machinima for any of you who think that the frenzy of Christmas has swallowed up the Spirit of Giving. LOL


by Bay Sweetwater

The Spirit of Giving blinked wide his three eyes,
His antennas twitched, wild in distress.
His hackles reared up in gold spikes on his back.
He wailed, “I’m done with this mess.”

On his couch, he’d been napping, a much-needed rest,
When the TV awoke him mid-snore
“Give her for New Year’s what you didn’t at Christmas.”
“No!” shrieked the Spirit, “no more!”

“The Yuletide frenzy’s already too much,
If they’re adding New Year’s, I quit!
He packed a small suitcase and slipped out the back.
“What else can I do? I can’t take it!”

“Everyone’s buying, but nobody’s giving,
Even I can’t find Giving anymore!”
He wiped at the tears on his brown furry snout,
“Who needs me, with malls full of stores?”

Eyes clouded with tears, the poor Spirit stumbled,
He’d tripped over some kind of root.
He stared as it wiggled, then he saw with a start,
What he thought was a root was a boot!

And tapping that boot was the Mother of Creation,
Frowning at him in dismay
“I’ve got six babies waiting for the precious Gift of Life;
I can’t give it, if you go away.”

The Spirit was awed by his Mother’s harsh words.
He stammered and begged for forgiveness,
“Mama, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have quit,
“But Giving’s turned into a business!”

“Nonsense!” she cried. “Giving’s doing quite well;
We talked this morning at breakfast.
You’re just looking for him in all the wrong places.
Dear Spirit, you really have vexed us.

“Why are you looking for Giving in stores?
Or in silly TV commercials?
Why look in the faces of holiday salesmen?
They’re giving just whatever sells!

“Look in a sunrise, look in a tree;
Look in the faces of children;
Knock on the blue door at the bottom of your heart.
Giving is usually in.

“Make him hot chocolate, befriend and inspire him;
You’re his muse, dear Spirit, all said.
Weave him a scarf out of wishes and love songs,
And a hat full of dreams for his head.”

Happy Halloween!

Hope you all had a happy and harrowing Halloween! Here I am partying in my Death of Dragons avie (the wonderful creation of Elicio Ember of Cerridwen’s Cauldron). R-a-w-r-r-r-r!