afternoon on the porch

[threeplusfire]

Ate a pomegranate, garnet seeds on my lap, in my mouth. I like to eat them one by one, for the tiny crunch, the sweet-tart burst of juice. Even going slow it is messy, and almost 40 minutes later my hands are stained red and sticky from tossing seeds and rind into the woods, secretly hoping for a pomegranate tree.

I am so glad it is a beautiful Texas day for Natalie's wedding. A bevy of puffed cream clouds around the sky, gleaming in the summer air. Because here, it can be summer in November. Even if it does smell a little different.

It's been so long, I've forgotten what I look like in white. The girl in the mirror appears surprised to see me there. I borrowed a dress from my mother to wear, with my watercolor silk scark and sandals.

Only a few more hours Miss Natalie. I can't wait to see you in your dress, and see you marry the boy I had a crush on when I was only ten or eleven. Much happiness to you, Miss Natalie.

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[tsarina.livejournal.com]

Thanks. It was a pleasant afternoon, though how lovely I appear covered in juice and throwing seeds is still up in the air. ;) I like to think so anyways.