Sunday, August 31, 2008
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
I bathe in the waters of my Systers' blessings. I feel their heartbeat, their passions and hear their cries of joy and grief, want and ecstasy. I am they and they are me, and we make our medicine together.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
I made the first zucchini breads of the season.
I made cherry tomato salad, which was served on a bed of arugula with supper.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
Sunday, August 17, 2008
When I was a little girl I would sit under the big old oak tree in our front yard with my Daddy. We would sit together, he against the tree trunk, me against him, and he would make up stories about Ik or Bik, Bok or Boo, or some other entity we both understood without understanding.
I would gaze up into the leaves and sky as I listened to the nonsensical plot unfold . . . and the words would eventually slow . . . and soften . . . until they were replaced with the song of Daddy’s snoring. I would nudge him awake, “Daddy, you fell asleep. What happens next?” And the story would continue with no rhyme, no reason, but full of the silly sweet love that is shared between a Daddy and a Daddy’s Girl.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Saturday, August 9, 2008
... time to play at Platt Hill with The Boy ...
... and to watch his little boy spirit take flight ...
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Merry Wednesday to you! I'll be giving away two surprise bookmarks. Two, because I'm traveling next week and will have limited eAccess, so there will be no Win a Whimsy next Wednesday.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
I started a gallon batch of dill sours, loaded with garlic and dressed with black pepper corns, cubebs, red chili flakes and bay leaf. A couple weeks will yield NY Deli-Style Sours à la rose. I love how these look as they sit in the brine and begin their transformation. Nature is so beautiful!