Yesterday I ventured out to the farmers' market for the first time since the holidays. It shocks me to think it had been that long. That is winter, I suppose. The pickings were slim ~ some greens, sweet potatoes, and Brussels sprouts for my dinners this week. But there were a few hopeful signs of spring ~ pussy willows and forsythia peeking out at the flower stand. Funny how little things like that go mostly unnoticed at any other time of the year.Some interesting things in the paper:
* an interview with Ute Mahler
* a review of Princess Noire
* and a cabin in Manhattan
Happy monday...
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I know that the hyacinth's are out there waiting to make their debut.
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oh spring, could she be hinting at her arrival?
Oh! I used to have a huge forsythia hedge in my old house. Heaven. Times two when I learned I could force them. We are very far from those sunshiny branches.
This reminds me of the poems by the medieval Japanese poet Fujiwara Teika on early spring, for instance:
Haru no iro o / Tobuni no nomori / Tazunuredo / Futaba no nakanu / Yuki mo kiaezu - Seeking green signs of spring, / I ask the guardian of Tobuhi / To search his fields, / But the snow has not yet melted / From the young twin-leaved shoots.
I read the Nina Simone review the other day and was disheartened to see how her life turned out. I saw her in concert in the very early 70s and she's been unforgettable ever since. I currently have a double CD in the car (put in before I read the review), just so I can hear her sing "I Wish I Knew How It Would Feel to Be Free," on the drive to work.
Still a long way from Spring in the garden here, but the house is full of primroses.
Spring is always such a tease, hinting at her arrival long before she makes an appearance. Forsythia is her first gift!
Emile ~ the poem is beautiful. Thank you. I have copied it over to Flickr too as I think that these photographs must always have those words.
Ms. Wis ~ Simone is so enigmatic, and thoroughly captivating. Her rendition of Mr. Bojangles is one of the most amazing things I have ever heard.
Evil influence, you.
An old BF used to make Irish Soda bread regularly in the winter...nothing nicer than a toasted slice, slathered with jam and butter, in front of the fire with a cup of tea...of course, that was 25 years and 40 pounds ago....
So, off to the kitchen. Soda bread for breakfast.
cheers
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