passion

passion

emergent. dangling. bulbous. fleshy. bright. engorged. ok, passion fruit. i get it.

passional fruit

  • Candice from Georgetown says:

    Love the way the flower is peeking into the top left. Just a stunning photo.

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we’re in california

we’re in california for four days visiting our daughter at college. what does that have to do with mediterranean sardines? well, the california coast from about cape mendocino down to baja is considered a mediterranean climate. in fact, in some ways, its climate more mediterranean, based on the definition, than the mediterranean itself. northern california and southern france are two of my favorite places on earth. hmmm. let me think about that one.

sardines

mediterranean, france

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sugar

sugar
from what i can tell watching the activity in my back yard, the whole world is feeling a little bit romantic right now. squirrels, woodpeckers, warblers, red-winged blackbirds, ducks, and the neighbor kids and their girlfriends all seem to be chasing each other with a certain sort of single-mindedness. even these daffodils appear to be moving in on each other, angling for a little stolen sweetness.

daffodils

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newborns

newborns
these new ferns look as if they’re straining. their heads look bowed in concentration, as if they’re thinking hard, but don’t know the next step. i know it’s dumb to personify plants, but i can’t help wishing they had a mama to lick off that fuzzy afterbirth, and stroke them upright with her tongue.

young fiddle head ferns

turtle lake, shoreview, minnesota

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endless supply

endless supply
yes there is an endless supply of beach rocks but that’s not what this title refers to. it’s about the fact that i have an endless supply of enthusiasm for the shapes and patterns of the rocks i find. look how this one appears to have been wrapped in spiral muslin like a mummy. i mean really. how could you ever get sick of beach rocks?

striped mediterranean beach rock

sète, france

  • Sara says:

    I have jars and bowls of them around our house. I have to stop myself–okay, if I’m being honest, my children have to stop me–at some point and say “that’s enough”. But I love looking at them, picking them up and feeling their heft, and remembering the places we were when they were collected, and marveling at their uniqueness.

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    • A kindred spirit! I have started writing the name of the beach on the back of one rock from each outing. I have a special jar just for those rocks. Every now and then I dump on the table as a centerpiece. It’s fun to reminisce over meals.

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