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A few photos of herbs and flowers from the kitchen and the landlord’s garden.

English parsley drying in the window.

A bit of sage.

A stalk of lavender to dress up the table.

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… the wildflowers continue to bloom.

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You know those cards that have the seeds embedded in the paper?  Well, a friend gave me such a birthday card a while back.  I’m sure it was meant to be planted outside but I tend to grow things indoors now.  And so I tore up the black-flecked purple card embedded with wildflower seeds, and pushed the paper beneath the soil of a planter or two.  I’d almost forgotten that I had done such a thing and then one day I noticed in a pot of marjoram, new green growth of a different hue. Wildflowers!  Still, I did not think that they would grow very much.  But the spring sun worked its wily ways and one day I peeked into the hallway where the pot does sit, and this is what I saw.

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In fact, a dandelion, up close and personal.

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What happens when you stumble upon a basket of silk scarves …

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Making me smile this morning …

The delightful essay Solitaire in Talking Writing Magazine, that brings to mind that conundrum I’m experiencing this month of balancing discipline and productivity with just a dash or two (or three) of what I call creative procrastination.

Making me reflect …

Bullying.  No, I have not seen the new documentary just released, though I hope I have the courage to watch it when it comes to my area.  I’m referring to comments made in the Ezra Keats biography mentioned in yesterday’s post, and stories told by Mister Rogers in a documentary now airing on PBS.  How both men as young boys were bullied and how the experiences influenced the art of Mr. Keats (check out Goggles) and the life work of Mister Rogers (see Mister Rogers and Me).

Making me imagine …

Dandelions.  Through the office window where I sit, I see a field of dandelions in a garden that my neighbor has yet to prepare for planting.  I imagine going over to my neighbor, whom I have never met, and asking her if I might pick those “weeds” and turn them into wine as I once did as a child back in Virginia.  She might hear me out and then slam the door.  Or, in a month or so, I might be sharing pics of mason jars filled with citrus-infused homemade brew.  Time will tell … 😉

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