This week was probably my least inspired week while participating in Project 365. My mother had to literally carry my family outside and make me take self-timer photos of us in the front yard. Last night, the deer ate all my mother’s impatiens leaving the sad little stems withering at the edge of our garden plot. Funny thing is, just yesterday I learned that deer are the only animals around (squirrels and bunnies) that eat flowers right off the stems. I wonder what a flower tastes like, I only ate mud pies as a child.
All the men in my life have green thumbs so they’ve taken to sharing flowers. It adds new meaning to the idea of bringing flowers to a date. These are the gerber daisies from the boy’s front yard to the pot on the side of our house.
There are girls in bedrooms that are hyped from the gym and craving eggs, but all they have is cats.
My mom is a photo-pusher. She’s an enabler of photo albums, cluttering a house with pictures of people you love, and making my dad and I pose near blue hydrangeas and in our “Sunday best.”
My dear friend Catie and I walked all the way up the giant Glenwood hill for these delectable treats. I just love the smell of bakeries, and this particular Cupcake Shoppe has my favorite bronze old-time register. I had a salad for lunch so I decided to just go ahead and coat my nose in buttercream. My mom sighed and said, “Oh my God, did you eat that this week?” when she saw this photo. I’m still a rebel at twenty-four.
“Here’s the mail, it never fails. It makes me want to wag my tail. When it comes I want to yell – MAIL!” – Blue’s Clues
Read small printed caption for details. All this industry and roots still grow.
Not only does he enjoy climbing into the dryer, but he also likes the feel of warm jeans. Don’t we all?