We heard a hawk call while we were doing some transplanting, looked up, and saw three(!) of them. Every time I see a hawk I think of the Robinson Jeffers’ poem title: “give your heart to the hawks.”
First sighting of the frog in our pond this year! Looks like he survived the winter. Can you see his head poking above the water near the edge?
Pretty excited about this one. I started reading it online through the university library just to get a taste, and within five pages decided I had to buy it and put aside everything else I’m reading until I’m through it.
In memory of my dad
My father and I, we check the locks– that’s what the Abels do. Neurosis passed along the line just like his Craftsman tools. I see him there, on his rounds, nocturnal sealing rite. Here I am, securing doors against encroaching night. There was a time when I asked what does this signify? Now we double check the doors and do not worry why.
Josh Radnor: Give up on your war against reality
When I fight reality, when I wail and moan that things should be going ‘some other way,’ I suffer. When I begin with acceptance and surrender – “Okay this is what is happening right now and where we are” – I don’t suffer. Or at least I suffer far less. And the next right actions are much much clearer than when I’m giving equal weight to each voice in my head.
Someone said recently–and I agree–that the time for new projects, clearing the decks, etc., is the spring, not the new year. That makes far more sense with the rhythms of the world and the body. In winter, your body is working on survival, just getting through. Spring is the time for renewal.
I’m making my way through some links Ted Goia provided on a possible new romanticism. This, however, I had to come back and recommend right away. I could quote several passages but instead I’ll just say you need to read the whole thing.
Well the fried cornmeal mush was okay. It was a little like trying to fry slices of jello. And it took a long time to brown up—probably because it’s mostly water. It was pretty bland, even with maple syrup, but that’s consistent with what I’ve always heard about it.
I’ve prepped cornmeal mush for frying in the morning. I’m following Kent Rollins’ recent video. We’ll see how it goes!
We live on a 1/10 acre city lot, mostly covered in a house, detached garage and driveway. Rachel told me today that she has now sown 65 varieties of plants—perennials and annuals, flowers and vegetables. We have a wildlife pond, a grape arbor, and more room to expand. That’s a lot in a small space.