The Bohemian brews up some Roselle Tea…

It’s the year of the Dragon and dragon fruit is ripe on the island.

And over the weekend, at the eleventh hour of our late-night crafting session, the wedding invitation fairy came to call.
Nice reminders to look closely.
We’re weaving our own myths. Living legends of our own fairytale.
Here’s the truth of it.
We have passed through the Autumnal Equinox. Days continue to hold less sunlight.
I was up past midnight with the Bohemian having fun with our handmade wedding invitations.
Yesterday I wrote 2 poems in my head and have three ideas for posts here in the Archives.
This morning it’s not quite light at 6:22am and Jeb is away with his father.
I’m three-quarters through my coffee and I’d like to crawl back in bed with the Bohemian. Another fifteen minutes before the sun breaks through.
This weekend I had fun taking pictures in the kitchen.
Grapefruit, dragon fruit, mango sap. A bottle neck, a potholder woven by Jeb, some shards from my grandmother’s dishes. Vegetables from the garden.
Right now, it’s pictures. I’m going back to the pillows.
