Yesterday, I saw a woman carrying a water bottle with half a dozen daisy heads floating on top. I couldn't figure out if she was planning to drink the water (do daisies sweeten the taste of water?) or if she was just carrying it around as a sort of charm. Perhaps she was trying to preserve a bit of summer before we plunge into flowerless seasons.
I also passed by a man who could really whistle. I mean really really well. In comparison, any sort of whistling I've ever done sounds like a twelve-year-old first-time flute player. I don't think I ever knew such a talent existed; I'm very glad it does.
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We need to introduce you to Andrew Bird's music. He is a world class whistler!
Maybe it was tea, and not just water? Could they have been chamomile blossoms?
flowering tea!
looks like a sea anemone.
side note: I'm singing "Patience" the next time we do karaoke. I'm going to start practicing the whistling part now.
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