an ode to grass and denim.

just tell me now grass, where have you been? where are the carrot seeds? and the cucumber snacks?

I would like to post more frequently, but the weather hasn't been friendly. The sky line has been etched in witching hours. Clouds of gray formed pouts above my bed. Wind currents rose above prairies, ripping the roots of canola.  On Friday, I was set to travel the mountains. I was counting on passing the golden pines, the crooked leaf, and the river.   Instead, the forecast kept the river, the leaf, and the pine wounded by snow storms.          Thus, I was stuck at home.

every shiver, raised hair, the winding wind, each petal of snow, left a pout on my lips. The pout grew into a blossom of tears. I looked at the sky. I looked at my pillow. I tried to speak to Mother Nature, but she lost her way.   Now as the dawn rises early, the sun has (finally!) brought it's peak.  No longer swallowed by pity, and sadness. I am free by the sun, and I will gallop like the pony through the shrubbery.   The tree is shedding it's dead branches. This is the third time I'm celebrating Spring.

Mother Nature, pick a side, and let it be the one with the cherry flower budding along the bough.

When the weather pawns the witchery, and brings the harvest seeds, and warm air, I am happy. The pouring yellow colors, and lush greens remind me of my July. Where I visit folk festivals, and sketch hearts into sand with bare toes.  The Folk Festival I'm longing for is the Calgary Folk Festival.  Last night, I stretched my visa to pardon $500 worth of tickets.    

Live music is my church. Come July, I will be red by the sun, and drunk from the harmony.

( Two of my favorite artists are coming.. The Felice Brothers, and Blind Pilot.. chirp chirp ^.^ )


 A week ago, I found my bosom bursting to the sounds of The Tallest Man On Earth. As he plucked folk ballads, and sentiments to my spirit, I felt bewildered.   In the core of my being, there is a hole. This hole will forever be milked by the music to which my ears blossom. If it weren't for a man, a guitar, and a strum, I'd forever be grasped by reality.   His voice was echoed in Swedish hues, and I was beckoned by the thought of travel. ...Oh how I wish to be on Sweden's soil....

If you have a child, dandle him on her knee while singing a happy song.

 I am a girl who swallows milk, and gets belly aches. I'm also a girl who will discover any excuse to stray away from pants. The tight, body hugging way, keeps my aplomb and courage at shore. I've always trusted femininity.  Wanting to paint my lips in peach hues, and color my nails red. But! I've never been struck with the idea that shapely outfits do me any good.    Because of my constant restlessness, and need for challenge, I've promised myself more pant wearing days. If it wasn't for the wide legged denim, and the high waist pant, I'd forever be dressed in skirts, and frocks.
These pants are from Forever 21, discovered on sale racks for $13.  I wear them through the summer months.. carrying a tune.

 

With the spilling sun, and the enchantment of Summer's promise, no longer are we confined to the inner flowers of our hearts, or our pantries.  With the heat, at last, we can visit nurseries, and flower playgrounds. We can pick pots of perennials, and paint our backyards with mini gardens.    

   

While we were waiting for Spring, these inside flowers kept us beautiful. As if they've been plucked from the wild hunt in forests. They bloom like roses, and fall like wild flowers.  They were sent to me as an apology.  I can be fickle, and stubborn, but send me flowers, and it'll be difficult to swallow my pout. For the sender of these (Thank you)

Big hugs, and wishes for healthy things xx
Love all ways, always.
(Hoping for clear skies, and more postings for you. Thank you for your hearts and words)


P.S
I'm on the forever 21 blog! click here

what i wore

 blouse- forever 21 $14
wide leg jeans- forever 21 $13

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