socks made of flowers,

The rivers of rain have finally turned to wind. The forecast promises dry meadows, and winds that blow dandelion dust.  The past week has been built by pillows, head resting, and deep breathings.  I cannot, with certain, say that the week was a happy one. A fleeting frown visited my lips while droplets fell earthward from my eyes. My body yearned for new walls, and adventure. I felt restless, and hungry for a new place of discovery. My eyes had been wandering from the existing beauty that feeds most days. The result, I've been grumpy, like the black bear who witnesses dry rivers.

Some weeks, I skip through mornings, and dance through moon lights. This week was different. The birds whispered, the foot placings were slow, and I chomped heart longings for lunch.   When the lips bend, and the mind wanders, sad belly feelings form. I've always admired suffering. To be fed by sorrow dwellings may sound worse than fire on our tongues, but it is the light at the end of the pout that makes suffering like a seed. When the seedling of the sad belly returns to Summer music, the result is a wiser, wittier, and humbler body. If it weren't for rain, we'd never see the snout of the flower, or the worm in the mud. If it weren't for hunger, we'd never know the taste of the tangerine.

Not all was rainy or budding through the week. In fact, I traveled to Banff, I was brought merriment from a folk song, I soaked my hair in the rain, I listened to haunting piano keys, I wept at a museum exhibit, I wrote poetry about charms and strawberry suckling, I visited the lilac festival, and I watched lovers drink sangria.
If I hadn't known the dreamer's ache, you'd say my week was peaceful.  Truly, weeks are made peaceful by those who place feet in the mud with you. I'm glad I have saints on my shoulders....

Today,  I ate cinnamon rolls, chanted songs on the porch, fell in love with a new color, made giggles with an old friend.  It's Monday, and I'm wild for new footings and a new week.  Maybe, if the tide pleases me, I'll find myself licking strawberry preserves, placing buckets of water into the garden, dancing underneath summer starlight, and kissing the cheeks of those who walk beside me

dandelion dust• birds you trust• as the wisdom wind sings• the garden brings• such merry things

Now for the outfit,

The socks decorated in cherry blossoms, and flower musings remind me of dream land. A place where grasses grow as if soaked by rain, and the sugar from the sun drenches the prairie wood.  These socks were sent to me from ozone socks along with another pair. I was hoping to take pictures of both, but my camera battery fell asleep.  The socks stretch to my knees, and comfortably fit. They dance to Spring hues,  and beg to be worn while sniffing mountain flowers.  If you take a peak at ozone sock's website, you will find eye pleasing patterns, and whimsical colorings. The stockings are reasonably priced, and eccentricity spews from the designs.  It's like wearing an art gallery on your feet.  Next outfit post, I'm hoping to share the whimsy of my other pair. For now, please visit ozone socks and smile greatly.  Thank you Ozone Socks for sending me the decorative stockings that will dress my legs, and bring me eye stares.

  The banana on the counter is calling my taste buds. The day is calling for walks, tangerine juice, and bathing in the sun's temper.                     The rest of the photographs are from my week.... 

 Hugs, and wishes for healthy things. x

My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane. -Robert Frost

what i wore

dress- boutique $120
wedges rockets dog from winners $50
flower socks-  http://www.ozonesocks.com/ sponsor

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