Darling is a beautiful word.
It sounds like a hummingbird bird, hovering sweetly in her field.
It feels like a little bell that rings away the muck of a muddy day.
There are words that I know.
And there are words that I love.
Darling is a word that I love.
Because what lives within its delicate walls is a treasure greater than the word itself.
An essence.
A code.
A little piece of wonderland.
Beautiful and true.
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It is such a beautiful word! It makes me think of a book called The Darling Buds of May (but I have no idea what it’s about; an excerpt of it just happened to have been published in a literary magazine I read a really long time ago), which makes me think of May and beautiful flowers. And then I just get wrapped up in all the beautiful Spring things, and now I just really want to go outside.
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That’s what I named ‘the darling blog of May’ after! I’ve not read it, but I’ve always loved the name. ☺️
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