8.25.2008

What if...

What if I fall off this branch I'm climbing out on?
even acorns have to fall off the tree to grow.

8.20.2008

walk a mile


Maybe it's not the picture that is worth a thousand words but the shoe.

8.11.2008

lunch hour

August is usually very hot in Nashville. This week we have had the most delightful weather. School started today for most students and everyone is ready for fall to be right around the corner. Of course, everyone forgets that Indian Summer is actually approaching our screen doors and we will have hot weather again.

Knowing that tomato season is in full force, I headed to the Farmer's Market to create the best lunch I've had in a long time. I picked up the most perfectly ripe tomato and peach. I knew that the tomato would be an excellent addition to a piece of cornbread and slow cooked green beans that I was going to purchase from a small BBQ vendor. I bought a tall glass of sweet iced tea, gathered up my vittles and sat down at a small picnic table out side. With each bite of the juicy tomato slices, and each sip of the warm tea on cold ice, I wondered if life ever got better than this. I bit into the plump peach to the surprise of the tangy juice rolling down my chin, and decided that it just had.

8.10.2008

city mouse vs. country mouse

Growing up in Nashville is unique in that it is a city but it's surrounded by some of America's best farm country. In minutes I can go from eating at a four star restaurant and viewing a Picasso to eating a grilled bologna sandwich in the middle of a cow pasture. So, you shouldn't be surprised when I didn't think twice about jumping a hot barbwire fence to pick apples at my aunt's farm in 3 inch heels this afternoon.

8.07.2008

impulse buy


Some people buy gum on an impulse, I buy shoes.

8.04.2008

free design

people always want good design but don't always want to pay for it. if you are someone who fits that description, you might enjoy the following link.

http://designfreebies.blogspot.com

8.02.2008

fog

The fog crept up to my mountain home and covered me like grace on a Sunday morning.