Strewn with time's dead flowers, Bereft in deathly bloom

I slumbered the previous week in my childhood home, mostly just relaxing and cleaning the closets and the garage from dust and memories. It felt wonderful; leafing through old photographs, grinning at drawings and the sometimes frightening inner landscape of a 5-year old me, and walking down the memory lane with the most beloved toys.

Somewhere between all that I also made hairdos for me and my mother! She was thrilled to get the kind of beehive she's dreamed of, and in return it made me happy to see her smile. Clearly I didn't put all that much effort on mine as it started to sag in a few hours, but I still wanted to snap a few pics for you. I loved the decorations in this one, especially those black cherries.

So here's what I wore on a cloudy afternoon. The dress is mom's, hair accessories are all second hand and tights and necklace are from Back Street, in case someone wished to know. Nothing says summer like black lace, skeleton hands and faux roses, right? ;)

Dreaming in the garden and tending the flowers made me really sad about living in a high-rise. Envy is a waste of emotion and I do my best to avoid it at all times, but I can't help feeling a little green about gardens! I wish I'll have a garden of my own some day, with crooked cherry and apple trees, a pumpkin patch and a field of roses, and a secret hideout beneath the trees. Until then I can always dream and circle in the gardens of others.