the hues of blues.

even though i was inside all day on my feet, it was a good day. some of my customers managed to paint my long work day in delightful hues of BLUE:


the woman who declared a blueberry muffin with cream cheese and a hot cup of Yunnan FOP was the BEST combination out there.

the sweet lady who finally bought herself a teapot instead of buying one as a gift. it was a 56 oz. iced tea pitcher the color of blueberries. $42.99

one of my classmates from st. kate's who loves birds was delighted to discover blue mountain spice; black tea with cardamom. a cup to go.

broken joy and happy curls.

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i don't have any new pictures to post because my camera is broken.

i recently discovered the joy of.

eric carle books make me happy.

it's so hot in the house right now the hair tucked behind my ears is curling.

time is never enough.

only because

my earliest memory is from my crib. a bed with bars and a blanket hung over the side. i remember a lightning storm with thunder that flashed outside my window. it flashed through the glass and lit up the center of my favorite green blanket (the one with trains and airplanes on it). i don't think i was scared, but i was listening. i listened through the changing light, one ear pressed against the mattress, one ear to the ceilingsky. calm only because the blanket was nearby. lightning and thunder above my head.

what do you remember?

if you don't move, it's tolerable.

hot hot hot.
humid doesn't begin to cover it.

steaming pots of water.
standing too close to a fire.
a bath that burns your toes.
mid-day tar.
body heat.
a sky with no clouds.
a road with no shade.
a car with no a.c.
wind that doesn't cool you off.
sticky melty slimy.
dehydrated.
sun-burned.

it must be july.

it isn't easy being green.

my journal has turned into descriptions of tea and other sense-related observations. aftertastes, weight on my tongue, visions of green vegetables and forest-fresh brews. life is honey sweet and the leafy delight of clouds and mist leaves my brain in a heavy fog. wild mountains. azmabad pearls. sweet gin. precious pekoes. guns. powder.dragon wells.flowers in the snow.

my world is blink bonnie green.