I expected to feel a swooping, left-my-stomach-behind sort of sensation as we left the ground, but it wasn’t there. We were driving on the runway, and then we were floating like marshmallows to the top of hot cocoa, joining the clouds and leaving the trees far, far below…Read More
The other day, I drove down our gravel path with a car load of summer snowflakes piled into cardboard boxes and shopping bags. Our friend had them in his landscaping, but he is crazy and didn’t want them. They’re perennials, though he didn’t know it, so they would not be killed despite his best efforts.
“I’ve tried everything,” he complained. “Poison… cutting them down... fire…”
Like he really didn’t want them.
So when they came back this year I asked if I could dig them up and take them to a home where I knew they’d be doted on - mine.Read More
There was dust floating in the air. It’s always there, but today it caught the shafts of early light from the window and, suddenly, it wasn’t hidden anymore. Brought finally into light, the bits of lint and debris obscured my vision in that direction. It was early early, and I could think of nothing but the dead weight of grief that sat on me, that shot through me like those blades of light cutting through an invisible, dusty world…Read More
Avocado Toast is so prevalent in this lovely generation that you may wonder why I would even put in my two cents. It is an extremely versatile dish, sometimes made of two ingredients (I’ll let you guess which two), and sometimes a kitchen-full. What I have found, though, is that this meal can handle nearly endless amounts of layering, depending on how simple or complex you’re feeling that day. It’s how I’m beginning to think about cooking, too - as an intuitive, creative work that is made much more joyful by just following your tastebuds whenever they may go. And mine went straight for…Read More
The air is blue and keen and cold,
With snow the roads and fields are white
But here the forest's clothed with light
And in a shining sheath enrolled.
Each branch, each twig, each blade of grass,
Seems clad miraculously with glass:
Above the ice-bound streamlet bends
Each frozen fern with crystal ends.
A Crystal Forest, William SharpRead More