Those flowers would start it. The greenery would follow and summer could be a little nicer with the fresh air being recycled through it and the shade it provided. Every year it fruited. And when the Bodhi-meister was around (the love-pup that came before Lollii) he would start with eating the buds of pears and carry on all summer eating pears until what he ate probably intoxicated him with its sugary ripeness. The evil builders got an arborist in to have a look. He said the tree was probably a good twenty or more years old. Another example of old growth forest compromised by greed. Eek, sorry, this is a homage not a rant. But that pear tree was our garden forest. It made our garden green in the concrete jungle, cool in the concrete jungle, fresh too.
I have been thinking recently, darling pear tree, that the time is approaching where I need to address your state. While you had leaves, I had hope, but now it's sadness to see you like that, with your head still on the garage roof. Maybe I will cut your trunk into a number of stool-sized pieces and we can sit on you in the just plain concrete concrete jungle and at least feel your soul there as we hope for another tree to grow up in your place, but a foot or so that way [waves left], as magnificent as you were. And hope that the new tree's roots break through the walls of the greedy development and undermine the integrity of their garage and lift well and third storey plunge pool. Hope is an acorn. I'm watching for the oak.
Today's A/W 2013 outfit is inspired by the dotty and stripey madness of Miu Miu. Examples of their collection and my inspiration here and here and here. And in the new game I am playing with myself, the outfit I would choose from the collection is this one.
Who wore it better?
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