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