viburnum + quotage

we took a morning walk, elle and i, to the end of our road, then the end of the next road, where pavement gives way to a field of purple flowers. along the way, a gentleman on a riding mower fancied us a bit and gave elle these snowball blooms.





portable snowballs. she was delighted. me too, come to think of it. they brought to mind one of my newish favorite quotes.

love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real. {iris murdoch}