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.

Path, stars and wisteria.

1. The Common has dried out a lot since I was last out. There is a dusty path beaten smooth across the spot that is still rutted and ridged ...