i live astride a great steaming pot of wild.
savoring a few sweet hours of solitude,
caring for the soul.
|sidewalks lined with oxalis and mandarin, food everywhere|
|houses look like this.|
|shortcuts to more citrus|
|on their way out|
|i'm so very lucky to have caught a lot of my favorite flower friends for their short visits!|
divine. so in love.
|things are changing around here!|
|violet portrait. pure love.|
|be still my beating heart, these gorgeous ladies!!|
|can it be daffodil season already?|
|soaking it in, taking my time. my senses filled with birdsong and fresh air.|
|the way home|
|around the creek|
|wild jungle of self love. i was seven when i was first bit by nettle. haven't been the same since. :)|
|stoked about these neighbors.|
|witches' grocery sack.|
|*regularly poses with large fungi* can i have your autograph???|
|perfectly dressed loves!|
|tea for strength, courage, and love!|
|perfect pot for my poisonous mushroom dye potions!!! (cackles--- hee hee heeee!)|
|ahhhh, worth every sting. feeling so good and strong in myself. a true love potion.|
seeing the bird song
feeling it in my cells and bones
i must be very simple to get elation from such simple things.
polly c. xo