View from the Trees
"...vision is pure sensation unencumbered by meaning..."
--Annie Dillard--
…Happy (belated) Mother’s Day…
…Weekends rock…
“Mommy, do you love butter?” she asked, holding the buttercup beneath my chin.
“I don’t know…do I?”
She stared intently, then frowned—her brows knitted together with concentration as she willed the yellow light to show on my skin.
“Well, I know you do…obviously, this flower is broken.”
Muy Hermosa (via ms_mod)
…still swooning over here…
unfold (via christine)
…please don’t mind if i do…
it was a whirlwind of a weekend: starting with a beautiful wedding and ending with a visit to see *Frida* and dinner at a sidewalk cafe in Philadelphia…
heaven.
she gathered a month of treasures (via colorfulexpressions)
…i loved this and am starting my own for the month of May…
a glimpse of today’s journal…
(via steev-o)
…they fell from the sky and landed in her hair…she laughed and said, “Well, the tree wants me to have them. Where’s the water?”
…a small bowl, her trio of pink blooms, and my heart so full with the way she finds magic everywhere…