Friday, February 26, 2010


From the plum tree
From the plum tree
From the plum tree
I wanted love to grow back, like the grass when it’s mown down. To grow differently, if need be, like children’s teeth, like hair, like fingernails. To spring up at will, wild and untended. The chill of the sheets made me shudder, and so did the warmth that followed when I lay down.
- The Land of Green Plums
Herta Muller



I want some of those flowers to press.

pRiyA said...

Shore Yumby. All yours.

ArtPropelled said...

Can't believe I have only just discovered that you're back! I was just thinking of you and started scrolling down to leave a note at Embellishers ....Say hi to Priya .... and found plumtree2. Glad you are here!!!

pRiyA said...

Thank you Robyn. Good to be back :)

Chandan said...

Love the pictures and absolutely taken by the lines by Muller. WTG Priya. Good to have you back!