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Before the mind-blowing photos of the real garden’s tulips (I can’t even begin to wrap my head around the images of them on my camera), I thought I’d show a few photos of our little urban garden. Not too much stirring yet – the few things that we have going are later bloomers. But the little dogwood tree is not so little, and I’d have to say this year it is at its best yet. And with the right cropping, all looks lovely and springlike and beautiful. And isn’t that so very blog-like? A brief snapshot of a moment, cropped and highlighted and (sometimes) edited for viewing. Not dishonest, just selective. Like it says under “welcome”, “a collection of little things:“; the bigger picture is bound to be messier, weedier and most certainly, less finished. Perhaps that’s why I am so drawn to flowers. They operate on a very regular timeline – with slight variations related to weather and movement, they arrive more or less on time with an agenda that is their very own. It doesn’t matter that I may want to look at tulips for four more months – I get a week or two at most, and then the iris come and win over my fickle, fickle heart. I have another year before that sharp intake of breath at the sight of thousands of perfectly formed tulip cups, a full year to forget so the remembering is that much sweeter. Flowers give me a focus, they are right there, and everything else fades into the background.
They provide a delicate contrast to the brick and iron and even rusty chain link.
Tiny purple flowers appear among the ground cover.
They match the not-so-tiny purple flowers of the clover that lives where grass should.
Urban graffiti artists at work on the sidewalks…
I really love the way this hallway works when the buckets are out and the chalk and magnets are flying. Since it’s the stair hall, the little one doesn’t get free reign yet – someone has to sit at the top of the stairs, but it is fun to watch the two of them work together on some sort of project. Or watch one destroy the other one’s. Either way, harmony or strife, this hallway always has a burst of color and a slightly different look each week.
Which reminds me… I took a photo of the other side of this hallway too. I’ll go hunt for that…
Ahh, here they are. It’s like real-time blogging here. In the midst of finding room for the new and shifting things from E’s room that she’s outgrown, into F’s room, that she’s not quite ready for, I’ve also been looking for places to house the books we own. The art shelf in the hallway seemed like a great place to stash that library of paperbacks that are pretty popular around here which freed up a lot of space on the ledge in E’s room. We also shifted somethings around in her wardrobes, and set up easily accessible shelves for her crafty / projecty things like her sewing, knitting and art. So far it seems to be working really well, and hasn’t impeded a bit upon the Playmobil area – an area quite loved by both girls. Organization. What January is best for.
I love this stocking – it’s metal and painted the nicest color, with tiny little beads that sparkle. My mom and I found it in a cute little shop that isn’t around anymore. It hangs on E’s door every Christmas – I only wish I had two, but who knew? I suppose something else will come along one day and look like it was just born to live on the little one’s door…