Lemons into Lemonade...Or Something Similar

 

Just perfect.

<3



Life and Death in a Garden

Pathetically enough, I'm still mouring the end of vacation. It was so amazing to be so close to the lake. And to be able to walk barefoot out the front door, into dirt and not concrete? Heavenly.

 

So began another evening stroll around Worcester. To my favorite road with the lovely garden outside...only to find that the peonies are dying. Needless to say, my heart was a bit more bummed.

 

 

But that's life in a garden. New growth was shooting up all over, & the air was scented with dirt, humidity and flowers. Which, is one of the best scents ever...I wonder if someone has made that a perfume or a candle? Hmmm...

 

That's all today, blooming loves.

Rain & An Old Factory

nature reclaiming

raindrops on ivy

creeping up the walls

a view from above

It was gloomy and wet here today, I might have let it get to me if not for stumbling upon a new restaurant, NU Cafe. Excellent food, great beer and a cool ambiance? What's better than that?!

What else have the bricks of this old factory held besides rain drenched ivy?

"The rain began again. It fell heavily, easily, with no meaning or intention

but the fulfillment of its own nature, which was to fall and fall."
-Helen Garner 

Pearls Hanging From A Doorknob

The other night, I was that lazy that I couldn't put a necklace away...and there it stayed for a few days. Upon noticing it again, it struck me how different perspectives can change the focus and story so completely

Taking Time To Look

Cobblestones peeking thru the pavement, a photo by acornsfromelms on Flickr.

It's times like this, in pausing to catch my breath up a hill, that I especially don't mind that I've never been one to live in a hurried way. And no one in their right wits would tell me to stop and smell any roses, or investigate a leaf, or pick up a stone. But in cases where a little daydream is close enough to live, Why even pretend that I've only fallen 3 steps behind you?

So here we are. Cobblestones peeking through pavement. Times when history is so closely intertwined with the present it's reaching out to grab someone's attention.

Are the gears of your Imagination turning yet? Visions of businessmen in suits and hats checking pocketwatches dangling from the end of gold chains...elegantly dressed women in beaded dresses and tightly wound curls going shopping...a couple or two all dolled up for a night of fun at Mechanic's Hall.

What do you think?