Friday, August 26, 2016

Monday, August 8, 2016

Q-tips,Bloody Q-tips

We keep our q-tips in a red wine glass. It's pretty.

Today, the q-tips kept coming up red. Not from the glass. From my ear.

I don't have the spoons to have a bleeding ear.

Sunday, August 7, 2016

A Spot of Unexpected Beauty

My lovely partner has little traditions that make our house a home. At Christmas, she puts green and red sugar crystals in our sugar jar, red at Valentine's, orange if she can find them at Hallowe'en.

She also keeps a tiny vase of flowers from our garden in the bathroom, on the toilet, in the months when there are flowers to be harvested. 

I didn't grow up with traditions. She is continuing ones her mother had. I don't know if her mother began them or continued little moments of beauty, of small change that mark seasons and events.

There are more. We're in Toilet Flower Season.

I love it.

I love her.