Pulp is what you squeeze out of a lazy Saturday.
The sounds and smells feed my childhood memory of my dad and his famous weekend morning feasts.
Pulp is the fleeting moments of Saturday that can be stolen away here and there.
Where one finds herself lost in a place where the villain is oh-so completely hate-worthy and the hero is of the most noble and adoring kind.
Pulp is a late afternoon Saturday stroll in the garden.
Where their promise to return never lessens in my heart the surprise when their new fragrant blooms finally push open.
Pulp is a lazy Saturday night with a pirate.
Where the expression of art collides with my own vision of the world; coaxing me to view joy, pain and sorrow through the wildly expressive lens of another.
And I do so love the Pulp; the tiny little bits of goodness we try to squeeze out of a good long Saturday.
Tell me about your weekend pulp.
Photo’s in this post taken by me using Digital SLR or iPhone4. Edited using instagram.
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My pulp of the weekend consisted of watching movies with my hubby (the boys were with their dad) and sleeping late two days in a row. We didn’t go anywhere or really do anything exciting. We just spent a weekend chilling out together.
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aaaaahhhhhhhh…sometimes the best pulp is the do absolutely nothing be “be with each other” kind.
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After a day of laundry, cleaning and gardening… rewarded with Captain and coke, Pasta Carbonara, a nap and the Orioles winning 5 to 0.
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ye-ha! Go Capt’n. Go Orioles
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