Sweet Like Cinnamon

Dreams have been easier to recall lately, perhap this is in part of the blue moon from a few days ago. Jasmine haired women who smell like their namesake flower. They came with fawn and walked by me as if i was a mere wildflower – a passing leaf. 

I need : October, books of poetry & Southern novels,  rain-fall of the  autumnal season, pumpkins &  falling leaves,  film-nights, to be enveloped in warm blankets while books become my sleeping companions. lighting candles as they light the way I miss the raindrops creating melodies upon my windowsill, my bittersweet music-box lullaby.

lately, via my instagram

& some work-in-progress artwork of some lovelies

Pressed Flowers

Pressed Flowers are beautiful. I like placing them inside of my books in randoms pages so then when I open them it is a sweet surprise. Finding flowers anywhere is lovely. If I could, I would have a garden.

*first four images are flickr sourced so click the links

pressed memories

wicked lovely

Pressed flower print of Hydrangeas

Pressed Flower.

From Winter to Spring..

Saying farewell to the days of Winter
Into the arms of Spring

Its the first day of Spring. Go pick some flowers, make a crown and wear them in your hair, dance with sunlight and pretend you are a honeybee and find some nectar to drink. 

no matter what always love, dream, and wander.

   I want to roam around Paris in a pink bicycle, pretending that I have wings against my back. Baskets of crème brulee and macarons, aromatic coffee filling the air and casting a hypnotic spell. To wander the streets and watch the people passing by like an alert owl. And when I want to disappear, I can hide in a garden. Falling against soft green grass and into dusty, narcotic musk of flower petals. 

*photo 2 :LA Inspiration
*most photo sources unknown, if you happen to know the source, do let me know!