Saturday, June 06, 2009

Treasure chest, picking roses and king of herbs.

1. My mother and I pull her wedding dress out from the bottom of the camphor wood chest.

2. I stand in the garden after the rain and my father hands me roses to take home.

3. The smell of basil fills the car.

Breakfast, drift and pour.

1. I start to say no because I've already eaten breakfast and I don't want the work of cooking French toast for everyone else -- but...