August, die she must

This has been one jam-packed month for me!

I officially got the keys and moved into my new place on the 6th with a bunch of my lovely friends (whose loveliness is pictured below), and I've been getting up to a bunch of fun stuff since. It's been so great living with such kind people in such a beautiful place. Truly it's a future that I never would have even dreamed for myself when I was younger and I'm so thankful to be where I am.

Turning 20

On my birthday, I made myself a little knapsack picnic, wrapped it in a red checkered handkerchief, tied it on a stick and walked to a big old windmill with the wind at my back. After a long walk and a well deserved treat I made my way inside, which is where I found a poem stapled to one of the old beams. 

Forlon, I stand, and desolate.

Telling of other days

When my sweeps revolved to the song of the wind,

Grinding the wheat and the maize.

From the hillside o'erlooking the sea

I watch the ships go by

While children gambol around my walls

And lovers whisper and sigh !

Gay Youth, reaching out to a future

Of laughter--ay, and of tears,

While I stand alone with a thousand dreams 

Linking the bygone years.

As I stood, looking upon the words, my reflection calmly looked back at me through the light sheen of the laminate.

I love this poem about a boomer windmill with a thick accent talking about the good old days and how silly the kids these days are.

(This post has nothing to do with my birthday I just used that to trojan-horse the grumpy windmill into my feed nyeheheheheh >:))