so i was sitting in my backyard looking at the apples growing in the trees and all the apples on 

the ground and i was struck by three thoughts:

how cool

what to do with all these apples?

nature is brilliant, no, so very very stylish

to be honest, i dont know that much about gardening, or the life cycles of plants.  i tend to 

notice that certain things are in season, especially here in the northwest come berry season.

but i do love it, the mystery, that for me, is its making.

so i got to thinking about our role in nature, not so much what we do to destroy it, but

rather how we adorn ourselves in it...

i have always had a courtship with shoes though lately its become something of an affair...

and sitting out here in my backyard i thought of a few pairs in particular with such tenderness

and i wondered how they would look in the wild...

i think they look bold, daring, coy even...

so...what? 

if we love things, we care about them more... hopefully thats obvious

how about loving things for everything that is their making absolutely-and-completely- 

one-hundred-percent independently of us...

what i mean is this:  i take my dog for walks around the neighborhood, pick sprigs of 

rosemary from neighboring bushes and am so amazed

the sound of my shoes on the pavement

the crows perched on wires

the apples

my dog

the leaves turning

wearing a scarf

my favorite earrings

we are living in crazy tilted times, people are falling off and we are all struggling to hold on

but stop

check it all out, wherever you are

to very loosely quote my man carl sagan, everything, every little atom and fragment

is in such exactly perfect placement for all of this to be here...

hows that for style?

another roadside attraction

have you read it? i have a feeling tom robbins loved amanda most of all... or maybe its just that i do... page 12, about halfway down the page:

    "The most important thing in life is style.  That is, the style of one's existence--the characteristic mode of one's actions--is basically, ultimately what matters.  For if man defines himself by doing, then style is doubly definitive because style describes the doing."

....

    After nearly an hour's monologue, she summed up by remarking,  "It is content, or rather the consciousness of content that fills the void.  But the mere presence of content is not enough.  It is style that gives content the capacity to absorb us, to move us; it is style that makes us care."

its been a while since ive cited a work of literature, so while im sure i could look up the mla guidelines, i hope mr robbins (or his publishers) wont be too upset at my referencing amanda, because it is only out of love,  deep and undying love of the unique, that drives me...

there are those out there who are truly stylish... like they couldnt be anything but... and you know when you see them because you cant look away and you cant stop smiling...

i like your style