And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
Anais Nin
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Tags: Quoting
shower
They aren’t just for April.
calm
Moss slows the world to a crawl.
green
Ferns, moss, fairy dusted mushrooms, and look out below – the hubster sports a rather riotous clash.
friendship
Paris turned nineteen yesterday, which is a whopping ninety-two in human years and older than my Grandma! She had a scary week, mysteriously unable to walk at the time this photo was taken. She rebounded after a confusing and meow-filled couple of days, which included an oddly humorous sideways walk, though she remains a bit wobbly. Proof that our long-standing joke about her living forever is precisely that, a joke.
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One Community is a monthly project in which participants photograph their homes and community with a theme in mind. The goal is to both showcase similarities and differences in our communities worldwide – and bring us all closer together in understanding through art.
Why don’t you join us? It’s fun! Post one or more photos for each of this month’s theme words, chosen by Sarah, shower, calm, green, and friendship, and add your blog post to the link-up. Easy! It begins today, March 5th, and stays open for one week.
Snap happy!
Tags: One Community
A fond memory of snow: the bright stillness of night, everything aglow.
The best and gentlest man I know with my favorite, and almost nineteen year-old, girl.
At Bob’s Red Mill, the white is a sheet of ice. I bought a cardamom bun, scads of dry beans, and a 25-pound bag of whole wheat flour. I can’t believe how quickly we go through it.
A “Welcome to Kentucky” flight of whiskey and bourbon at Tapalaya. Not a bad start to a lazy afternoon. I love sitting my nose close to the rim and inhaling just as much as I love the flavor on my tongue. Maybe because it reminds me of pipe tobacco and my Grandpa, the tins he stowed around the house, with me lifting the lids just enough to concentrate the scent in my eager nostrils.
The flight was followed by the quite literal blue plate special of crayfish etouffee, black-eyed pea salad, and garlic bread; and an oyster po-boy, sweet potato fries, and red beans. All was fabulous, as always, the biggest surprise being the salad. Unaccustomed to cold black-eyed peas, we were leery, but the flavor won us over right-quick.
My weekly decaf latte. It does a body good.
Tags: Portland, Restaurants
Happy Sunday! Yesterday was a lovely day, straight from my Colorado childhood, with fat flakes dancing and swirling and uttering hush. We walked to the park with our cardboard “sleds” to join the multitudes. It was a mellow ride compared to the toboggans and saucers, but no less fun. I laughed, loud and hearty, my heart full of joy at such a simple pleasure. We came home, my legs wobbly from so much running up the hill, and warmed with hot chocolate and a deliciously hot bath. We cuddled, humans and felines alike, and snacked with movies on the sofa. And this morning, I awoke to the magical Dr. Zhivago coating of ice. Lovely and crackly, with birds, squirrels, and this human skittering to feed and capture the splendor of it all.
Look at these sweet kids! Twenty-three years since our first date. Oh, how the time flies…
Tags: Gardening + Nature, Portland
Happy Snow Day, Portland! And for everyone in the country with heaps and tons and more and more and more snow than you ever care to see again in your lifetime, my apologies. For the first time since we moved here from Denver fifteen years ago, I am happy for this snow, even asked for it to come. I will take any bit of moisture at the moment. It’s been so very dry here that I often feel like I am back in Denver, with static electric hair, shocks in stocking feet, and genuine sunrises and sunsets, not just the hours where the clouds diffuse slightly more light before going darker still.
I got up early to go out in the quiet, me and the birds, mostly, and a few paw prints out in the side yard. I walked down to the park, snow a pleasant crunch under my feet. There were a couple of sledders getting ready to enjoy the hill, and I wished for a sled myself. Back home to shovel the walk and eat hot from the oven homemade sticky buns that I started last night, though they turned out a tad too sweet.
Oh, and the sun’s just popped out of the clouds! Time for more pictures!
May you have a marvelous day…
