Michelle says share a photo that says Danger! to you.
oh, And use an exclamation mark!
Her’s is a hoot!
On my town park walkway, a warning to strollers
of a clear and present danger!
If we were having coffee, I’d say that I almost wrote 4/3/17 when I signed off this post. What a scatterbrain.
Maybe that’s why this never happens to me.
April kind of went by in a blur. But, oh! May! The flowers and birds are happy-go-larky.
The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Wild things and totes work for me. Hey, I ain’t no drag, I got a brand new bag.
How did I ever manage without it? It’s gentle on my shoulders ~ a-a-h ~ and the best part? I know where everything is. And I mean everything.
Do you have a pen pal? Here’s mine. What a sweetie!!!
We’ll be together soon. Until then, I’m on turtle watch.
So, what are you (screen) watching? I’m finishing up Offspring, the Australian series. And The Great British Baking Show~ you know, the Downton Abbey of cakes and torts. Did you watch it? It made me crave cheesecake tiers and lady fingers and sponges and macarons and frangipanes….well, you get the idea. I really love that tent and everyone under it.
I just finished (virtually) traveling to every US state with Stephen Fry, in a traditional British black cab. He gets right under the skin of American life~ the good, the bad, and the ugly. Give it a try. On Netflix, one of many intensely good documentaries.
Oh, this. Skip the movie, A Man Called Ove. Read the book. Precious.
Speaking of books, I checked out (and renewed) way too many books at the library this month. Plus all my requests on OverDrive seem to come in all at once.
If you’re anything like me (and I suspect you are), you have a TBR list. Mine is out of control.
There’s time enough, but none to spare.
~Charles W. Chesnutt
How will I read them all? Will I? And then I read this.
What are you reading now? I’m between a thriller and a hard place.
I’m super excited about the new Richard Russo book that comes out this month. Trajectory, his new collection of short fiction.
Summer’s here! I’ve got my seed catalog dog-eared. My head is in the
clouds dirt. I can’t wait to see the garden grow….
…to the strains of Nestor Torres. I saw him perform, what a talent.
He’s on my Pandora, non-stop.
Here we are, all the way into the August of another year. The garden is exploding.
I think that a vegetable garden shouldn’t just be functional…it should be pretty to look at. So come see how my garden grows…and shows.
Here’s my case for the herbal sense of taste: Herbs add just the right tang of green to food. They may be sublime ingredients, but they’re not shy or retiring. They’re free-spirited and supernal, divinely edible and summer-sweet healthy.
It’s August 29, so let’s all celebrate MoreHerbs, Less Salt Day. Call it a passion-raising plug for a finer solution.
Just a little rosemary, thyme, or oregano will enrich a dish as much as a heavy dose of salt.
My favorite herb is basil. It’s besiegingly lovely. Beyond utterance. This year, I’ve got a bull-moose bumper crop of Biblical measure.
Gardening with herbs, which is becoming increasingly popular, is indulged in by those who like subtlety in their plants in preference to brilliance.
– Helen Morgenthau Fox
When you make dinner tonight, instead of adding salt, use a few herbs. Get the skinny here on Twitter.
Whatever you eat, it’s best when herbs are involved.
Summa cum yummy. I guarantee it.