tuesday

The Divine Inspiration.

I picked up this little gypsy basket drunk on the street one abnormally toasty spring afternoon in April. It cost me quite a bit of haggling, but in the end I bought it for two euros, including a bonus-beer nicely cradled inside. I fall in love every time I walk by it, and take part in a moment's worship of the God of small things.

Gin-Tonic-Daisy.

Sorry, I couldn't help myself.

Spanish Tortilla Pacman (with fruit).

Acid Cactus.

Out with the cherry tomatoes, in with the half-dead cactus bed. I sort of abandoned the poor things long, long ago (ahem, the day I acquired them...) with the mentality that cactuses are all-time survivors who require absolutely no attention. Why shouldn't they live happily in their tiny plastic cups they came in as gifts? I was wrong. Quoting my chuckling roommate as he noticed my tending, "Everything Renee plants dies". That bastard.

I'm no type-A...but who doesn't appreciate this?

This has been Tuesday's homage to the God of small things.