Thursday, April 29, 2010

cicada song

The Cricket to the Cicada
(Greece, circa 100 B.C.)

The Cricket to the Cicada
O resonant cicada, drunk on dewy droplets.
You sing your rustic song that sounds in lonely places.
Perched with your saw-like limbs, high up among the leaves
You shrill forth the lyre's tune with your sun-darkened body.
But, dear friend, sound forth something new for the woodland nymphs,
A divertissement, chirping a tune for Pan as the song which you sing in your turn,
So that I, escaping from Eros, can catch some noon-time sleep
While reclining there under the shady plane tree.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

new scent: time traveler

■ time traveler- tingly mint and fresh cut thyme whirling through time and space...

Friday, April 9, 2010

2 new lippie flavors

Now available good old fashioned sassafras and honey bee, both sweetened.