this imploding heart

Love gifts and Wedding Plants

because the sky is blue

I need some new tennie-runners. I should probably invest in cute high summer toesey shoes, but I just want to jump on my bike and pedal. I want to thunder down the hillsides to the sound.

At the bar job the other day a guy mentioned the consideration that comes with flip flops. "I have to consider what the chances are that I'm going to be chased."

I had totally forgotten about that reasoning. I used to only buy shoes I thought would stick with me if I needed to pound the sidewalk or bushes or escalator for some reason. I liked that shopping rule. And then I remembered the valentines day that I actually *did* get chased, and that decided it. Flat, comfy and cute, here I come.

I'm okay, I'm alright

Don't you want to take me out for pinball and hot dogs?

finding it hard to do anything

Man, it's hard for me to make myself make a meal for myself. SELF! I say, YOU ARE HUNGRY, SELF! MAKE SOMETHING. And while self does admit to being hungry, self cannot fathom making a salad, or a sandwich, or ordering a salad or a sandwich or even eating someone elses salad or sandwich. This is why I ate Marie Calendar leftovers for 4 meals (those helpings are huge) and then guacamole for the next 4 meals. Self smells like onions and cilantro, I'm sure.

And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye? Or how wilt thou say to thy brother, Let me pull out the mote out of thine eye; and, behold, a beam is in thine own eye?
J.C.

rocky mountain high

Some mountains and falls and monuments and hometowns and loved ones and even a great neice that I saw between here, montana, idaho, wyoming and south dakota.

and though the shadow of a sigh
may tremble through the story,
for happy summer days gone by,
and vanish'd summer glory---
it shall not touch, with breath of bale,
the pleasance of our fairy-tale.
L.C.

mine is the sunlight

You thought I was kidding? No. No I wasn't. This plant is one I've cared for while my dear friends were away, and now I'm sad to see it go but also very happy about all the killer growing it did at my house. I called my grandmother yesterday, and she told me that her garden is bursting over with orange poppies like mine. I told her that I always pray she will be well and fit enough to tend her garden. She replied "Well, you KNOW what I pray for you." Thanks grandma, I hope I find a nice husband, too.

and the house on the sand washed away

The poppies formed with little hats on. The day they're finally mature enough to bloom, they pop their hats off and are suddenly a whole, huge, brilliant flower. The blurry photo is the top of 4 snapdragons I planted from Gilly and Bas' wedding last summer. They're all almost ready to bloom again, and that can only mean one thing: Time is Passing. As slowly as waiting for a flower to bloom or as quickly as waiting for love to change, or vice-versa.

One good thing: I thought I lost it. I hid it from myself like I do everything and I thought I lost it, but I didn't. My song is coming back. In fits and starts I noticed myself humming again, whistling again, remembering songs my body knows but my memory doesn't. I had no idea how much I missed it.

don't you waste me in the ground

I recently joked to Suz that I should turn tih into a Pictures of my Plants blog, as that's really the thing I'm happiest about and most interested in lately. My plants, my family, my home and neighborhood have become the center of my attention. The answer to the age-old "What are you working on?" is finally "being a better being."