cinco de mimo
Yesterday began in a freezer. Well, really a Bikram yoga studio of 105 degrees, but after that a freezer full of farm eggs and tropical fruit at Bee Heaven Farms in South Florida, where I picked up my order:
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…