Fall is back and with a vengeance. After 3 straight days of rain and two days of wind, the trees are mostly bare, except for the Oak trees. Someone should investigate what holds those leaves on. It might be the next superglue! It's cold today. My toes have been cold all day. I am wearing sweat socks and slippers and I know I'd be warmer in sneakers but I have to wear shoes all week so I enjoy not wearing them on the weekend.

I got one last gift for my birthday. It's a bracelet.

Now, I am not one for wearing a lot of jewelry. In fact I wear the same jewelry every day. I wear the same earrings (I don't take them off), my wedding ring, my mother's ring (with my girls' birthstones) and my watch. That's it. I occasionally wear a pin but only occasionally.

When I saw this bracelet in the catalog (pyramid collection), I had two thoughts. First, it was too expensive and second I don't wear silver (although my watch is stainless steel). But I loved it. e.e. cummings is one of my favorite poets and the bracelet is engraved with one of his poems. Peter Kevin saw it and knew I liked the poem (He gave me the complete collection of cummings poetry right before we got married 27 yrs ago) so he ordered it for my birthday.

The description says it fits wrists up to 7 1/2 inches. I measured my wrist and the widest part of my hand and it should have fit but it didn't . I couldn't get it over my hand. I was very distressed.

This is where all the investment I have made in Pk's tools over the years pays off. He took the bracelet and made a small cut and turned it into a cuff bracelet instead of a bangle and now it fits. It is beautiful and I love it. I will wear it every day as part of my wardrobe.

Here is the poem that's hand etched on the outside and the inside:

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in

my heart)i am never without it(anywhere

i go you go, my dear and whatever is done

by only me is your doing, my darling)

i fear

no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet)i want

no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true)

and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life which grows

higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

e e cummings

I think his poetry is an acquired taste or maybe he's just one of those poets that people either love or hate. I haz love, srsly. I think he would have loved lolcats because he was in the habit of making up his own words and syntax. Just like a lolcat.

Happy Sunday everyone.