see through a filter of sun

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Art, poetry, & flowers, and the greatest of all these is… well, trick question, can’t decide, all are my favorites.  If you frequent this blog, you probably already know that I’m grateful for many things on this earth that spins right round.  Today, for instance, I found myself feeling thankful for the soulful and spirited poetry of Blythe Baird.
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A couple of her poems really inspired me (such as theories about the universe), but i found myself wanting to read and re-read you are a force of nature.  To make the poem available for my reading pleasure come morning, afternoon and evening, I transferred my favorite lines onto a flower pot.  Fitting for a girl who loves poetry, flowers and art, right?
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drive-thru flowering

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I’ll do just just about anything to make myself or someone else laugh.  Perhaps that’s why I run amok committing random acts of happiness?The senseless acts are a surefire way to make a stranger smile, and I usually end up laughing about my awkward behavior.  More often than not, other people are laughing about my awkward behavior too.  And you know what?  I’m 100% okay with that.
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My friend Ashely stopped me in the elevator and asked if we could do a kindness project.  I immediately agreed, but then I was a bit stumped: what to do on a cold and rainy day?  The rain has been pit-pat-falling-down for the past few days, and the only thing I wanted to do was curl-up, read, and maybe drink a chai or three.  Except getting that chai meant driving to Starbucks or Caribou and winding myself through the drive-thru.
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A bit of a ‘give-a-mouse-a-cookie’ situation, but I started thinking about how register guys & gals would probably rather bundle-up at home than make me a chai  And then lightning struck (literally and figuratively): we could surprise drive-thru workers with flowers.  And so, that’s what we did tonight.  This video captures the reason I love these random acts of happiness oh.so.much:

secret stash

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Flowers make everything a bit nicer.  Is it the color?  Or perhaps the transience?  Whatever it is, winter finds me longing for fresh buds: I simultaneously wish for the return of autumn leaves and the blossoming of spring stems.
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Never one to wish away my days, I decided to make a floral wreath that would allow winter blooms into the apartment.  We had a group of friends over for the Packers game last Sunday, and while the men munched and groaned and cheered over the game, the girls pasted and cut and twirled bits of paper.
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At the end of the day, the Packers lost the game but we had a new wreath for the front door.  Win some & lose some, right?  Either way, I now have flowers long before spring arrives — a win in my book.
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happy ding dong ditch

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I’m good at getting into trouble.  To be honest, I even kind of like it — there is just something so irresistibly fun about all that risky behavior.  In elementary school I planned secret get togethers in the bathroom during class (everyone meet at the bathroom at 10am — don’t be late), by middle school I was sneaking out to toilet paper houses with my best friends (we only decorated our friends’ houses – it was an act of love), and in high school I was regularly tubing down the flumes on a friday night.  Oops.

My risky behavior went a little rah rah rah tonight with a happy ding dong ditch adventure.  The mission was simple: place a mason jar filled with flowers on a doorstep, ring the bell, and run.  Repeat 5 times.
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I called my friends and told them I had a surprised planned for the evening.  No questions asked, they showed up at 8pm ready for anything.  They are much too lovely to cause any trouble on their own:789
Zi Lin was the first brave soul to sneak up the steps and leave a flower jar.  Chrissy, Lauren and I planned to watch from behind the bushes, but we got nervous and ran away fast.  We felt like pros by the second-go-round, however, and we remained composed when we got caught on the third ding dong ditch.  “Hey! What are the flowers about?” a youngish-man yelled from his recently invaded doorstep.  We stopped, spun around, and told him it was a happy ding dong ditch.  He smiled and thanked us for the flowers.  We walked away wishing we had started up a conversation and gotten his number (not for me, of course, but for my 3 cute&single friends).
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maybe she’s a wildflower? flowers for strangers

i went to the farmer’s market early this morning to get fresh ingredients for my supper club tonight.  there is something inspiring about the market — the bright colors, the fresh fruits and vegetables, the artisans and farmers proud of their work.  visiting has always been a source of inspiration, and today was no exception.  after i selected the vegetables for my dinner dish,  i wandered over to the florist to select flowers. i got a little excited about the $5 price tag, and so i bought three enormous bouquets:Imagejust holding the flowers made me about as giddy as my random acts of happiness experiment, and so i decided to do a similar project.  everyone loves flowers, right?  perhaps a fresh bouquet would brighten someone’s day.  i broke the bouquets into smaller bundles, and then i meandered to the park to disperse the fresh buds:ImageImageImageImageImagei would say the experiment was definitely successful — all the recipients seemed happy to be given flowers by a stranger.  mission complete.  here are some other fun pictures from the market:ImageImageImageImageImage