pink and white

yesterday it rained petals, in windy bursts fluttering down covering the streets in large patches, leaving me a royal carpet through which to ride my bike. the ethereal spring green is leafing out everywhere, blurry edged and surreal against the shifting sky. today, more rain of the watery kind.

Spring?

Where, oh where are you? My little seedlings planted inside careen towards the window begging to be let out, put in the ground, and yet the rain, the hail, the snow! keeps making a showing. And yes, sometimes the sun.

Janis

Janis Joplin and Ron "Pigpen" McKernan
Originally uploaded by High Steel Heels

Just finished watching "The Rose," a Bette Midler movie inspired by my long time musical love Janis Joplin. I don't know why I love her. Every account i read, every movie, every documentary portrays her as someone so lost to her own insecurities and so desperately in need of external validation that she just lost herself. On the other hand, I have always had a penchant for wild women prone to excess- especially if they have a southern accent.