A 3 minute arrangement with leftovers from Elmwood's class in the littlest room down at the end of the house. For the moment I've lost interest in doing big, dramatic things. I've been wolfing down queen anne's lace that grows 6 foot tall in empty lots all over Greenpoint and I'm really wanting to do nothing but arrange with wild grass. Florists in the city are all getting excited that ranunculus are back at the market but pftt! Where can i get more ruffly cosmos here? I'm really feeling summer, and wanting summer things. Peach juice is running down my arms daily. We are in the thick of it.
Can I row boats in central park? Have a drink on the roof of the met? Picnic at the cloisters? Swim at Fort Tilden? Eat more hot dogs? Make more pies? Get tickets for Shakespeare in the Park? Ruin more perfectly good pants by cutting them into short shorts?
I'm excited to enjoy what we have left of summer. Do the same and report back.