My first blog post!
Finally, after months of hesitation, doubt, dilly-dallying, procrastinating, it has finally risen from the ashes to which it was assigned to be born a phoenix. My little baby, thou shall embrace to your warm breast the creations of thy mothers' strange soul.
The songbird shall sing once again, and the sky shall be an orange and a blue of a morning in March.
To celebrate this moment of rapture, I shall quote Christina Rossetti

"My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a watered shoot:
My heart is like an apple tree
Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
Because my love is come to me."