Another verdant explosion as spring evaporates into summery steam.
Great spirit-clouds of it rise up from the damp earth,
as do the wee mushrooms and toadstools
springing up from the soggy soil.
“Sometimes we walked and saw
that the moon was gone from the left side
to the right side,
and the columns of mist was rising-
look like friends of mine who have died..
In the moonlight, in the moonlight..”
-In the Garden, Michael Hurley

This is the amazing bounty of Boggy Creek Farm.
It’s right down the road from our house,
and run by such good, sweet people.
They have a market there Wednesdays
and Saturdays from 9am-2pm.
You can get all kinds of seasonal vegetables,
fruit and flowers- and goat milk ice cream!
Also- eggies, goat cheeses, bison et cetera.

it’s so stunningly beautiful and inspiring there.

Sweetpeas and the most delicious roses ever–
they smell like honey + carnations +
myrrh + lemons = heaven.

photo by Robert Pearson
For Violet’s birthday, we went on a picnic
to a beautiful cemetery up on a hill.
A very nice photographer was working on a film
(Fireflies in the Garden w/ Willem Dafoe + Emily Watson, la!)
down below at the gazebo came up to say hello.
He asked if he could take our picture-
so we got one with all of us in, hooray!

Happy Birthday Princess Violetta!

Goblin fruit!
My sweetheart disappeared for a long time-
when he returned he was quite scratched and stained
but bearing this gigantic bowl of dewberries!
They were delicious- though at the time,
none of us wondered whether they might be
contaminated from formaldehyde leached
into the earth from all the poisonous dead people.
Horrors! Oh, but the blackest berry is the sweetest!

Miss May Magnolia J.A.G.

Maybe mine should look like this?
Everyone has been asking me for film
recommendations of late- I’ve actually not
been doing much of that. I cancelled Netflix
after the storm, so. Thinking about getting it
again- but ach! So dangerous for me, really.
But this week was treats and the following:
♥ Blood Tea and Red String
Holy heaven, so wonderful.
We should all be friends with Christiane Cegavske
and have grackle-mouse creature tea parties with her.
♥ The Piano Tuner of Earthquakes
I’m not sure, because I fell asleep.
It was great to dream to though- so beautiful!
♥ The Proposition
Excellent. Beautiful music and story, obviously.
Thank you Mister Cave.
♥ The Little Girl Who Lives Down the Lane
I can’t believe I’d never heard of this. We will watch it later tonight-
I hope it’s as good as it sounds!

This lady was buried far, far away from everyone else.
All alone- I wonder why?
“The face forgives the mirror
The worm forgives the plow
The questions begs the answer
Can you forgive me somehow?
Maybe when our story’s over
We’ll go where it’s always spring
The band is playing our song again
And all the world is green..”

Sweet little tombs, fire-ant piles and faded flowers.
“Pretend that you owe me nothing
And all the world is green
We can bring back the old days again
When all the world is green..”

In tiny-land, standing at the corner of Violet and Wine-cup.

This is the view from the hill where we picnicked.
Just as we were departing, laughing hysterically-
we noticed a little man down there,
mourning at one of the graves.
We all felt really, really bad for frolicking so loudly.
Especially because we couldn’t stop from laughing.

For Colin’s birthday, we ventured out to West Caves Preserve.
What an incredible place- it’s like fairyland,
all maidenhair ferns and moss and

“A limestone crevice leads to a lush, green canyon grotto…
A natural terrarium canopied by giant cypress trees”
Can you believe this is in Texas?
Hello, unexpected paradise.

Wild columbines and twisted cedars.

Melted stone- we were actually allowed to touch this spot.
It felt wrong, but in the end I just had to..

Inside the magic cave, you feel like you are underwater..

Have you ever seen a Powdery Cloak Fern?
Colin’s mama showed it to us- I love this picture
of the imprint on her finger. I’d love to cover my face
in tiny white fern prints- perfect for elfin eyeshadow..

Loki perched on a poppy pillow-
this was taken in the middle of kitchen floor
during a raucous birthday party.
Later in the night, I played a brief
oceanharp concert at the Flipside Warehouse.

O winged things!
Mourning doves and butterflies
being sold on the side of the highway
by a very enthusiastic collector.
They were easily the loveliest
framed specimens I’ve ever come across-
apparently farmed free-range style and
not nicked from the wild.
“The moon is yellow silver
On the things that summer brings
It’s a love you’d kill for
And all the world is green
He’s balancing a diamond
On a blade of grass
The dew will settle on our graves
When all the world is green..”
-All The World is Green, Tom Waits