bulbous

it’s bulb season.

This makes my body hurt, my nails dirty, my boots muddy

and my tummy get bigger, because I’m hungry ALL THE TIME.

 

nom nom nom.

eff you bulbs.  you are spectacular in the spring, but for now you are terrible.

730-830pm

This is my favourite time of the day at this time of year.

The sky is incredibly bright without actually being able to see the sun. 

I find that being outside during this time is the absolute best for reading. 

Reading outside with a pashmina scarf bundled inside my denim jacket certainly made me feel like spring was officially here.

cat power

has one of the most beautiful voices in the world.

so unbelievably suited to a one hour walk home by yourself in the crisp almost-spring.

would you let me walk down your street
naked if I want to  ??

stopped to smell ‘em

  I was walking home in the crisp early evening and stopped to smell these tiny little pink buds on a tree.  A girl was biking by and caught my indulgence and smiled at me. I realized how rarely I do actually stop to smell flowers.  I kept walking and realized that the reason I stopped in the first place was because they were so pretty, so I took some flower pictures on the rest of the way home.

The first two are in front of a restaraunt with the loveliest patio I’ve ever seen.

  

The next two were inside a fence, and I sure did have to hang myself over the fence, bum up in the air, to get these shots.

  

The last three were in the front lawn of a house that always has beautiful landscaping.  Right now they don’t have a lot of flowers, mostly greenery, but this lone daffodil certainly caught my eye.

 

disgusting puddle water = spring

literally! look:

my favourite part about taking these pictures was that my pants were super low, and people were staring at me/my crack, but i didn’t care, because this spring kind of called to me, and I had to get some shots.

i like these ones better: