This morning I decided to go to the farmer's market a few minutes from my apartment and then pop in the nearby coffee shop for a latte (ugh. everything about that sentence sounds hipsterly). I got a few vegetables and a latte and the barista made the top all pretty! I think this is the first time I've ever been the recipient of latte art. I was pretty enthralled but had to play it all cool like, "oh, that dude can make designs out of milk. Yawn." So I waited until I was in my car to get a picture.
Last week, at the same farmer's market, I bought a little peppermint plant. It was so cute and adorable and I was afraid it would be root-bound if it spent too long in that little plastic cube container they sell all baby plants in. So I replanted it in a bigger pot and less than a week later I have a peppermint plant monster!
My adorable baby plant is all grown up! You really do have to cherish the time you have with them when they're small; they grow up so fast. Har har.
I decided to be a vandal and pick some blossoms from the azalea bush that's blooming beside my apartment building. Regular rebel without a cause over here. I put those blossoms with this purple flower I had been growing and, hark, a bouquet! I put them in a vase and feel so good about myself. Nothing screams "I'm an adult and have my life together" more than fresh flowers in a container that you remembered to put water in. I believe they also call that a vase.