cinco de mimo
Another red custard apple for the road—to eat in a few days, as these become very soft when they ripen (the beautiful inside):
and I looked up at the branch above my car at these fruit-like objects of interest.
Driving quickly, lest tree roots grow over my wheels as they had overtaken fences,
white flowers on parts of the stretch made me pull over,
and then my friend Jess and her friend Maya arrived at the cottage with cupcakes. Influenced by icing, we took Jean Marc’s good advice and headed over to Cinco de MiMo, a celebration of that area of Miami.
Recognizing him by his twirling umbrella, we greeted Gene Kelly,
toasted with Tiki punch to local designers in the Upper Eastside Garden:
and to fun modified vintage,
and mainly, to mini golf within the garden:
Then, we wandered to nearby Divine Trash and found same,
secured a vintage getaway vehicle,
to fill with new treasures,
and Jess kept the flower from the garden tucked behind her ear,
as she contemplated a new furniture project,
and baked goods.
Across the street, we took in Vagabond Market
forgoing Indian cuisine inside
to walk past pink flowers,
pass Elvis on stilts,
and sit outside at the Buena Vista Bistro with identical orders of spinach, declaring our intentions to explore other new areas of south Florida as the thermometer goes ever higher…
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Posted by Kristen Taylor on Sunday, May 3rd, 2009, 12:30 pm * Filed in flowers, Market, miami, Photography. * Tags: bee, cinco, farms, heaven, jess, kristen, kthread, miami, mimo, taste, taylor. Follow responses through the RSS 2.0 feed. Leave a response, or trackback from your own site.


























May 4th, 2009 at 7:46 am
I hope that whenever I visit the magic cottage, custard apples are in season because I am completely intrigued by the picture of the insides!
I am also astounded as to how there seems to be an abundance of fun and beautiful things in Miami all the time.
May 4th, 2009 at 9:34 am
sorry I couldn’t be there. Doing MiMo was a big thing for me Saturday, but I grew weary of my houseguests as they did not communicate to me their desire to stay in Miami Beach. So I had to drive all the way back to the beach and drop them off and realizing the congestion that would ensue if I went back to Biscayne, I went home and started backing to prepare for a board meeting we held for my favorite rescue Compassionate Pug Rescue. : ( Looks like you had fun without me though : ( Am I whining enough yet?