magnolia madness

whoever invented the phrase "stop and smell the roses" must never have taken the time to smell magnolias.
white winsome petals
delicate yellow core

sweet scent
like a miracle

growing outside our window

you know it's a remarkable flower if trent comments on it. he can't get over the magnitude of the magnolia. it radiates heavenward and outward, embracing us everytime we leave and enter our home.


on a side note, i spent some lovely time with a new friend named kerri last night... we strummed our guitars, and sang leonard cohen and simon and garfunkel.

she loves korean letter paper even more than i -- the poetry on it is so ... random. sporadically wonderful.














"weak up!" the eggs cry to the unsuspecting letter-recipient...
whoever thought eggs could have so much feeling?

"however, since it was passing together every day, the trouble appeared also in each egg."



and with these deep thoughts, we bid you adieu.