spring makes you inevitably poetic.
Monday, March 31, 2014
Monday, March 10, 2014
... words are powerless when you stand beside such beauties hours along. and no, don't worry, i'm not talking about me, it's these creatures of nature with whom i've dressed my room these pre-spring days, among other things that have enlightened my being lately, like the scent of cherry blossom trees in paris that i will use until i'll be there in front of them.
a blooming spring must come.
Monday, March 3, 2014
i've started a timid relationship/attachment to the nature/flowers. as in more than just "ah, it's a nice place, this forest!".
truth be told, if i had money to buy a big open space, i would fill it all around with plants and flowers, mostly white, pale rose and green ones and live in their middle.
i came home last week with my new baby, a hyacinth in a small rose jar and didn't knew what it would be, a boy or a girl:), but in a few days it turned out to be a beautiful smelling rosie girl, sitting quietly in her window space, reading fashion zines already!
i also went to a walk into the forests and took these fragile fir branches and i can't help admiring each day the way the hyacinth and them take such a poetic shadow from the sun light that arrives at my window in the afternoon.
last year flowers didn't last in my room, because of unknown circumstances, heat is never a problem here, but i'm really grateful that now whatever i bring here in the light, lives and holds on.