11-29

The options are endless.

How you want to make a bouquet. Get married. Live a life.

I had an abundance of flowers at my fingertips, all the colors and textures ready to be included in my Do It Yourself bridal bouquet. Each bloom and fragrance seemed like a beautiful idea.

But as the stems got added to my growing grip, everything just got too busy. Petals knocking and bumping, colors drowning out their neighbors.

Right, right. Keep it simple.

Three gorgeous orchids go back to the bucket.

Today I wed the Bohemian, my true love.

Certainly, there are countless ways to do this. Getting married, that is.

With a bevy of blooms in our reach, we’ve taken what feels true.

Today we get to live our little creation in a celebration of love and life.

Here I stand at the threshold of the unknown, open to the day unfurling as a flower.

The Bohemian and I, we’ve picked some choice stems, intending simple beauty.

On 11-29-2012, we inhale deeply. The fragrance of Love comes to fruition.

Possibilities, infinite.

Jessica Dofflemyer

Growing

The Bohemian plants lettuce to join the kale we both put in the ground a month ago.  All greens will go to feed the friends and celebrating love and union with us on our wedding day.

Plants are being raised in rich soil boosted with spirulina.  Growing and thriving, they’ll be ready for harvest 11/29.

Jessica Dofflemyer
Jessica Dofflemyer

 

Talk About the Weather

It’s not that there’s nothing to say.  It’s just that anything worth sharing is still bubbling about inside my creative well.

In the interim, there’s the standard, go-to:  weather.

That inescapable presence we all share in common, no matter our race or creed.

It’s a humbling force, one that here on Kauai has been heavy-handed as of late. Hot, steamy and sticky.  75% humidity.  No wind.

So this morning, no poetry.  Just a hankering for some precipitation.  A photo found from the summer to remind me when the skies opened to bless us in a shower.

Today, art turns to the weather.  A respectful request.  My version of a rain dance.

Jessica Dofflemyer ~ all rights reserved