This was from my first (and probably last) cookout of the season. It was from my friend in Greenpoint's garden (actually, her evil landlord's), and it's a clematis, one of my favorite climbing flowers. They really put it all out there once they bloom.
It's less flashy, but this is my Christmas cactus who went out for a refreshing shower on Sunday. It rained really hard, and it looked like it was stretching its arms to come back in afterward.
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i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
did ruby get to take a little dip, too?
ruby is still up in coho, believe it or not. but she's loving it, and is absolutely covered in blooms this year.
i'll show you soon.
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