If something more lovely than this iris, that bloomed this morning in my garden, exists I don’t know what it could possibly be. If you look deeply you can see the whole world in there. The simple, complex, mysterious, beautiful, wonderous entire thing. Look.
And then there are these enormous echeverias and crassulas that look like the crown jewels. My heart did one somersault after another this morning. I wanted to get the bullhorn out of my car that my sister gave me for my birthday and start cursing in Spanish. That’s what I wanted to do. I was that excited. Except that my batteries are dead on the bullhorn and I don’t know hardly any good Spanish curse words anyway. I mean, not as many as my mom and sisters. Luckily Buck was available to share the delights of the morning.
And finally more pages from the visual journal. While the wild Santa Ana’s were roaring around the house with gale force winds blowing open windows, smashing glass, throwing oak leaves everywhere, stirring up small dust tornados, and in general making me very very extremely need-a-nerve-pill-for-mood-disorders Nervous, I was working quietly in my art journal listening to the soothing folk sounds of The Weepies. I wanted to be in the closet with a blanket over my head, horse blinders on, and earplugs in. But one cannot give in to all their fears now can they?
Susan Tuttle says
Oh!!! Woh!!!! Exquisite!!!! Gorgeous!!!
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Robin McDaniels says
You have a bullhorn huh? And the batteries are dead? You must use it alot ;o) Aren’t flowers amazingly beautiful? I bought a macro lens for my Canon last year so that I could take photos of these intricate and lovely things. We are so windy here too – getting all the LA leftovers of teh Santa Ana’s. Hang on Dorothy!