Northern California...

Lavender grows everywhere and eucalyptus trees fill the air with their aroma. Butterfly bushes run rampant and both soft and bright hues of color attract every corner of my eye. The rosemary and jasmine in Fran's garden make the combination of savory and sweet and I am overcome by my senses. 

Hanami...

I've been quite interested in preserving cut flowers after they have died and have been hanging them upside down all over our kitchen to dry. It's changed my perspective a bit and when I saw these cherry blossoms at work I found such beauty in the wilting petals and morose posture. The colors had begun to shift from bright pink to creamy coffee on the edges and the flower itself drooped so heavily from the branch it looked like it may take a nosedive at any moment. I felt like a bit of an asshole standing there enjoying the beauty of it's demise, but took it in regardless. 

Rub...

I want to rub my thumb slowly up and down round and round over the delicate carpet texture. Flowers can be so erotic. 

Imperfect is perfect...

there is beauty in everything, it's only a matter of seeing it. 

Stock Awaits

The smell of stock reminds me of a freshly baked cinnamon pastry and I find its name far too common for what it brings to my senses.