I take it as a good sign... a moment of luck... when you decide to splurge and have a bagel because you are really, really, really hungry... and you toast the bagel, stepping around your children who are occupied in the middle of the kitchen floor, to retrieve it from the toaster after you wait patiently for it to pop up... and, tossing it onto a plate (because it is hot), you move to the other side of the kitchen where the butter awaits... and you butter it... carefully... happily... and just as you finish buttering it, one half falls, flipping and twisting and turning as it heads to the floor... but lands... butter side up.
That strikes me as a good thing.
The photo above is one from last week's tea. This photo intrigues me because "that" was sitting right behind me and caught my eye as I turned to look around me at one point. Struck by it, I snapped a picture. But I didn't see the broken china until I uploaded the photos later.
may all your bagels land butter-side-up! ;)... and may the wind always be at your back....
Cool photo... glad the bagel landed sunny side up :0).
This photo is so soft, and yet so compelling. I keep coming back to look at it. There seems to be such a philosophical statement, such a bold life-loving statement, in the arrangement.
i love that photo, and all that it says. and doesn't say.
I love that you consider a bagel a splurg. I like to stand over the asiago bagels at the market and fill my nose... several times. Hopefully unnoticed. Then pretend I bought one and ate one. Moving along.
The saucer full of petals and pieces is exquisite. Apon first and subseqent glances I'm stricken by the goodness.