Friday, August 19, 2016
Monday, August 15, 2016
Thursday, August 11, 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.
Monday, August 1, 2016
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