{"id":51,"date":"2012-06-15T03:10:52","date_gmt":"2012-06-15T03:10:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/waterdropfilms.com\/desertblog\/?p=51"},"modified":"2016-04-09T03:11:11","modified_gmt":"2016-04-09T03:11:11","slug":"flower-lady","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/waterdropfilms.com\/desertblog\/index.php\/2012\/06\/15\/flower-lady\/","title":{"rendered":"Flower Lady"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"entry-content\">\n<p>One of the nice things my brief sojourn to Songpan was meeting Vanessa, an American teaching in Burma. We ended up sharing a room and travel stories in Langmusi. We had breakfasts at a tiny restaurant where the owner was a tiny muslim lady who loved flowers. All the wall papers, curtains, her jacket have flower prints on, and a vase of flowers from nearby mountain slopes was sitting on a stove top \u2014 she let the big stove rest for the summer. \u201cThey are everywhere\u201d, she told us when I asked about the small yellow flowers on pine like branches. She wished she could have some free time to pick some more, some of her flowers were starting to wilt.<\/p>\n<p>Vanessa went on to do an over-night horse riding trip with Shike\u2019s team. That day when she was away, in the afternoon, I took a short walk to the hills by Langmusi. The wild flowers overwhelmed me in ways I couldn\u2019t find words to describe. Nothing was noted down on my notebook I thought I\u2019d write on, but I did return with a whole bunch of flowers in bright yellow, red, purple, pink. It felt wonderful. And it felt even better seeing the \u201cflower lady\u201d at the small shop with a big smile when she received her fresh additions. Vanessa and I returned the next morning for more breakfast and to take pictures of the new flowers.<\/p>\n<p>It warms my heart to know anyone who love flowers, especially the one who doesn\u2019t seem to have the time for that kind of \u201cpastime\u201d. I added a new flower vase too, made out of a beer can to the small table by my bed. It held some flowers I picked, and a small piece of the mountains.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>One of the nice things my brief sojourn to Songpan was meeting Vanessa, an American teaching in Burma. We ended up sharing a room and travel stories in Langmusi. We had breakfasts at a tiny restaurant where the owner was a tiny muslim lady who loved flowers. All the wall papers, curtains, her jacket have [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/waterdropfilms.com\/desertblog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/51"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/waterdropfilms.com\/desertblog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/waterdropfilms.com\/desertblog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/waterdropfilms.com\/desertblog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/waterdropfilms.com\/desertblog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=51"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/waterdropfilms.com\/desertblog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/51\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":52,"href":"https:\/\/waterdropfilms.com\/desertblog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/51\/revisions\/52"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/waterdropfilms.com\/desertblog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=51"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/waterdropfilms.com\/desertblog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=51"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/waterdropfilms.com\/desertblog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=51"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}