Zinnia grow with sunlight. So do peony and lavender, rosemary and oregano! How great the gardens are around West Asheville and the neighborhood Scout and I meander by day after day. Is there ever a reason to leave? It's a wonder that we seek somewhere else. Even with all the incredible weather we've had, sunshine, rain, thunder and more sunshine, and even a chill in the air seemingly a winter day, the Spring has come.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
75 degree growth
Zinnia grow with sunlight. So do peony and lavender, rosemary and oregano! How great the gardens are around West Asheville and the neighborhood Scout and I meander by day after day. Is there ever a reason to leave? It's a wonder that we seek somewhere else. Even with all the incredible weather we've had, sunshine, rain, thunder and more sunshine, and even a chill in the air seemingly a winter day, the Spring has come.
Friday, April 1, 2011
even in the bleakest yards
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Spring Forward
It's the day of Springing forward. We 'lose' an hour, adjusting to different light in our day. Earlier this morning, the day ahead looked hard; drama wanted to kick in and my thinking wanted to take off about how inconvenient this change would be. Phoo on me because now as I sit here writing at 3:44 pm, the day has been easy. So much for my thinking!
As much as I am an advocate for healthy eating, and I mean healthy eating---salads at McDonalds don't count----I do believe in m&m's once in a while, and therefore have created this Spring Forward granola. It's good!
Friday, February 18, 2011
She's flirting with us, Spring
Short Stories are feeding me lately....with rice cakes at my side...... Mmmmm, mmmm, good stuff, reading and rice cakes. They go so good together. Especially as the sun comes through the blinds and the heat warms folded legs. It's a Friday afternoon and I'm reading in the sun. Pssst, psst, Spring is Coming.....in all her Regalia, lillies and daffodils, svelte and audacious, she's on her way. Little sprites are popping out of the ground; to see them along the path is to be surprised, an instant smile inside. They are sneaky, little messengers, harbingers of long days to come. ....Maybe you'll find time to read a short story or two:Gryphon by Charles Baxter......is magical! Or John Updike's ("Writing is a way of taming the world, turning the inchoate, often embarrassing stream into a package.") A & P. Let's just say the first one took me by surprise. I get a woman like Helena Bonhem Carter as the teacher in this story, just nutty and beauty and funny and fun! And in the second, a particular grocery store comes to mind each time I read it. I love that story, A&P.
Scout is here, the sun is out, and Spring is flirting with us. What could be better?
Monday, January 24, 2011
Timing
Who am I to write about time that Grand Marshall of our Lives? Not even Einstein could master time or its delicate nature, tick tock, but I figure, time runs me and maybe you too, so why not go for it? Sometimes you just gotta go for it!
I had my first migraine headache on Friday, didn't know it was coming. Might have asked it to let me know it was coming, but I didn't have time in all the doings of a life. Spent the day in bed not that I minded that, just didn't know how to handle the pain except handle it. Get through it, feel it and let it in since it was there to be had.
I am of the belief that things happen when they need to and on time at that. Try baking without timing right. Try jogging for the first time for hours. Try staying too long in a sauna or sitting too long in meditation, you might go loopy. Things have their time and we need to be attentive.
This morning I found the blog I needed called Slow Love Life. Amazing how the author writes with flow and kindness, attention to detail and light examples. I love her! And gorgeous photos. And gorgeous thoughts. And just gorgeousness all over the page. It's akin to the slow food movement, where we attend to love in our lives with slow care, with feeling gratitude, with loving kindness. Slow love life: at first I thought it was going to be about finding love late in life (;-) but then what it really is is just as good! S l o w i n g down certainly makes for having more time. Try it: slow down.
Calling my Dad, I need to attend to time. There's a tacit agreement: Do not call after 8 pm. I do not call after 8 pm. No one does who knows him! And we sort of love this about him, though we might mock it once every two or three years.
When I was younger, I played the "I'm won't read that book" game. That is any book that everyone was talking about I would poo-poo. Taking a superior stance I thought any book that everyone is reading can't be literature and so I won't read it. Well, I've changed. Or at least I picked up one of those books recently and I can't put it down. Ann Patchet's Bel Canto has already taken my breath away and I'm only on page 14. How is it that we get what we get when it's time?
Don't know but it's late now and I've decided to get upstairs to read.
I had my first migraine headache on Friday, didn't know it was coming. Might have asked it to let me know it was coming, but I didn't have time in all the doings of a life. Spent the day in bed not that I minded that, just didn't know how to handle the pain except handle it. Get through it, feel it and let it in since it was there to be had.
I am of the belief that things happen when they need to and on time at that. Try baking without timing right. Try jogging for the first time for hours. Try staying too long in a sauna or sitting too long in meditation, you might go loopy. Things have their time and we need to be attentive.
This morning I found the blog I needed called Slow Love Life. Amazing how the author writes with flow and kindness, attention to detail and light examples. I love her! And gorgeous photos. And gorgeous thoughts. And just gorgeousness all over the page. It's akin to the slow food movement, where we attend to love in our lives with slow care, with feeling gratitude, with loving kindness. Slow love life: at first I thought it was going to be about finding love late in life (;-) but then what it really is is just as good! S l o w i n g down certainly makes for having more time. Try it: slow down.
Calling my Dad, I need to attend to time. There's a tacit agreement: Do not call after 8 pm. I do not call after 8 pm. No one does who knows him! And we sort of love this about him, though we might mock it once every two or three years.
When I was younger, I played the "I'm won't read that book" game. That is any book that everyone was talking about I would poo-poo. Taking a superior stance I thought any book that everyone is reading can't be literature and so I won't read it. Well, I've changed. Or at least I picked up one of those books recently and I can't put it down. Ann Patchet's Bel Canto has already taken my breath away and I'm only on page 14. How is it that we get what we get when it's time?
Don't know but it's late now and I've decided to get upstairs to read.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Winter's Om
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