song of the yellow flower,

The sky has been shrouded by wrinkled wet cloth. The weeping of the cloud is causing soaked shingles. It's been raining for the month of June.  With breaks in between of treasured light, and tempting sun sets. Sadly, the sun visits are far too short for flowers to form.  In our garden, the seedlings are budding, but continue to be soaked in wetness. I have no form of artificial sunlight, or else I'd bring hope to the unsettled flowers.

When I build my garden, the delight is not found in the pressing of seeds, the patient growing, or watching petals form. I fancy playing Rain Clouds, pouring droplets with my bucket, bringing feasts to the seeds. Because of Mother Nature's rain,  I have watered my plants only three times this year. I want the earth to bring dry spells, where I can foster the chive seeds, and the black-eyed susans with my hose, or my bucket. Until then... 

These photographs were taken during the weekend, where I roamed to Vernon British Columbia, and found myself fitted in electric red nylon.  I was there to revel in weather, snack on mango, and bond with the hearts of my fuzzy cousins.  The entire weekend was brimming with glow for the kin, and fire for the family.

My cousin graduated from her high school years. The air was bittersweet. Bitter to recollect the memory, and the passing of the clock. Sweet because gold is ahead of her path.  I wish her the sweetest sugar, the kindest friends, the most cuddly blankets. I am lucky to spend weekends surrounded by her blushing cheeks, and her wild wits.  As she walks, she carries only the weight of laughter, and the love of breath.  We spend days dancing vivaciously, shaking our bellies in the summer, and snacking on chocolate.




The trees, and bushy woods, grow differently than the foliage at home. There are green vines that grow crooked, unknown colors that bud flower frames, and trunks the size of elephants.  The contrast of the woods here, compared to those of home, causes me to wonder.  Only 7 hours away exists new woods, new flowers, new vines.  I can only imagine the mossy hills, the enchanted trees, and the bushes that grow in other countries.  This is why I want to sail away, and travel to uncharted lands.  Like Charles Darwin, breathing in sights, and watching creatures without names....

Today, I nuzzled my body into blankets of cotton.  Sleeping through dawn's hour, waking up for lunch. I snacked on belgium waffles dressed in cinnamon, and suddenly lost my hunger. The rain covering makes me sleepy.  Every hour, I yawn, and crinkle my nose.  

Napping through the day hasn't pardoned my tired lips.   I stretch my eyes to see through windows, and find myself saddened by the wind.  To ignite my spirits,   by evening, I'll be slurping tea cups with a friend, by dusk, I'll be visiting the auburn saloon to hear poets speak.


We eat like kings.

the pear tree/ doesn't know you\ like I do\ the blossom doesn't\ resemble your fountain\ like my arms do..
Here are more photographs from the weekend.  On Saturday evening, we bounced our bellies to the creek side.  We wanted to capture the colors, the sightly waters, and the chocolate lab. This is Ellie, the overgrown puppy, the delicate flower, and the sweet nurtured animal. She is dressed in Hershey's, and she sends treat-tasting kisses.    The world of dogs is a beautiful one.

days spent dozing, as I dream of you, and the placing of your freckles, only I know..


Kisses, and wishes for happy bellies.
xo amy

what i wore

white dress- H&M $50
red headband- claires $1
boots- atseoul.com sponsor
pink Shorts- forever 21 $20

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