lovely.

there is a wonderful garden at the house-turned-business next door. i often see the owner lovingly pruning the beautiful box of various flowers. as she cuts the blooms she throws them into the street...it seems sad to me. she tends to the garden all year in anticipation of the fall blooms, and then once they are finally ready to shine she casts them aside as if they are a burden. i usually gather the unwanted and create a perfectly mismatched bouquet to decorate our dining room.

yesterday i noticed that she was cutting these beauties, and i asked her if i could have the remnants. instead of giving me the flowers from the street she cut 4 of the heartiest blooms and handed them to me. she explained that she cuts the flowers at their prime because it enables the bush to create more blooms. if she didn't prune them....they would begin to droop, and eventually they would die.

i love my little neighborhood. and fresh flowers.

c.

eek!

look what my friend, kyle, brought me from his recent trip to japan. it's an authentic domo! little did he know they would be popular in the states (running wild all over target!)




i've really fallen for my little protector. he keeps me safe.

c.

more please!

a sample of my older brother's writing:

"i want to write myself into a '49 hudson and drive myself out of my mind. from there, i can do anything, i think. i can put words into sentences, words that billions of people use everyday. and they'll shine until you can see yourself in them. the trouble with that is that the wrong person could see the wrong thing in the wrong sentence. and where does that put me? me, mr. worried, wearied, analytical overreactor? it puts me in a position to censor myself, block myself off and write some safe little rambling about my goddamn needle on my tired little record player. i want to write my way to larimar street in old denver and run rampant into the early morning with nothing but a plate of insomnia in front of me. rescue me, my moriarty, whoever you are. i'm close to complacency. i want to write like paradise. the only difference is, i want to drive."

reid, i'm begging you, please share more with us! this excerpt is beyond words.

c.

great gourds (and more)!

i just love the quirkiness of these gourd-ettes. they are making my october mornings a bit brighter. i also thought that the colours of my vegetable bowl looked fashionably fall.




i'd like to give a birthday shout-out to dahnya!



it's sunday evening, and it's time for tea. enjoy!

c.

p.s. google reader is my favourite toy.

the nightmare of dreams...

after reading whitney's blog, i fear that her discussion of dreams caused my dreams to shift into overdrive.

i had TERRIBLE dreams last night. some terribly sad, others terribly awkward.

i won't talk about the sad ones. i feel as though this only perpetuates the feeling that sad dreams leave in the pit of my stomach. suffice it to say, it was heartbreaking.

with regard to the awkward dream. i saw myself in london (in the same setting as my recent business trip). i also saw my boss (whom i absolutely adore & respect)....completely drunk! she was so drunk that she almost made us miss our plane back home. it was really awkward to see her the next morning.

still another dream was that i decided to move to london. in one day. the only thing that stopped me was my fear of flying. it made me sad that i didn't tell my family goodbye, or my friends. i just picked up...and left.

i do hope that dreams are only dreams. just the culmination of a day's worth of thoughts trying to sort themselves out as you rest. i hope.

on a lighter note: welcome fall!

pumpkin photos to come.....

c.

scary!

the definition of why i hate halloween decorations.

this is absolutely horrifying....



yuck.