Herald of spring

Electric crocuses

Electric crocuses

Spring drew on… and a greenness grew over those brown [garden] beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that Hope traversed them at night, and left each morning brighter traces of her steps.

~ Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

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The Day of Idiosyncrasy

Frog at Creekside Park in Gahanna (Ohio)

Frog at Creekside Park in Gahanna (Ohio)

According to the authors of the book The Secret Language of Birthdays, December 7th is the Day of Idiosyncrasy.  Those born on this day are said to consider themselves different or peculiar or just plain weird.

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Sunset in the patio garden

Bella at sunset

Each moment of the year has its own beauty, a picture which was never before and shall never be seen again.

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

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I lied (and goose tales)

Unwelcome visitors. Except, sometimes I enjoy it when they visit. Then I remember that too many geese spoil the pond.

Honesty and transparency make you vulnerable.  Be honest and transparent anyway.

~ Mother Teresa

Note:  There is a story within a story here.  It might be less confusing to follow one or the other.  The images and captions or the text outside of the images.  Then go back and pick up the rest.  Or not.  Maybe it’s just confusing to me.

I am here to ‘fess up.  Yesterday evening, I lied.  I didn’t say anything that was an untruth.  My prevarication wasn’t done in writing.  I lied by intentionally pressing the wrong button.

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A lovely weekend

Somewhere on the Towpath Trail.

We were blessed with beautiful weather this weekend.  M and I talked about going up to Cleveland for the Ingenuity Festival, but decided we had too much to do to take the hour trip up (and hour trip back).  Maybe next year we’ll make it.

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Canning

Iced tea on the deck

It’s that time of year again.  The tomatoes need to be canned.  The peppers need to be frozen.  Apples need to be turned into applesauce.

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In the garden

When you’re cooking with food as alive as this — these gorgeous and semigorgeous fruits and leaves and flesh — you’re in no danger of mistaking it for a commodity, or a fuel, or a collection of chemical nutrients.  No, in the eye of the cook or the gardener… this food reveals itself for what it is:  no mere thing but a web of relationships among a great many living beings, some of them human, some not, but each of them dependent on each other, and all of them ultimately rooted in soil and nourished by sunlight.

~ Michael Pollan, In Defense of Food:  An Eater’s Manifesto

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