Day 17/365

January 17. 2013

A burst of sunshine in a salad. Dinner with colleagues makes being away from home so much easier.

The recipe is here : http://www.splendidtable.org/recipes/orange-onion-salad-warmed-coriander-oil

Day 16/365

January 16, 2013

Gorgeous sunrise on the way to Des Moines.  Two days of work meetings heralded in by glorious pink and orange skies.

Day 15/365

January 15, 2013

An evening with my Melanie = happy Kitty! I resolve that 2013 will hold much more time with said lovely – knitting and drinking wine and getting up to all manner of no good.

Day 14/365

January 14, 2013

The fountain continues to bubble and flow through the ice and cold.

Day 13/365

January 13, 2013

Cupcakes with brown butter frosting and a cup of coffee are just what is needed on a cold and snowy evening.

Day 12/365

January 12, 2013

YES! This tubbypuff! She is here! And so is her pirate dog, the 3-legged, one-eyed Mister Three. ❤

Day 11/365

January 11, 2013

Crafting and awaiting the arrival of a dear one from afar.

Day 10/365

January 10, 2013

One of my favorite spots in the yard – full of life even in the midst of winter.

Day 9/365

January 9, 2013

There is something for everyone at Aunt Kitty’s house! O and I had our first video game date today and played Mario like it was going out of style. I love that boy so much that I even agreed to be Luigi to his Mario.  And when R joined us, she headed straight for a Mr. Pants.

 

Day 8/365

January 8, 2013

Rejoicing in the finding of a lost treasure. A blessing for a loved hat found brought a snippet of my favorite Marge Piercy poem to mind …

From The Art of Blessing The Day:

….The blessing for the return of a favorite cat,
the blessing for love returned, for friends’
return, for money received unexpected,
the blessing for the rising of the bread,
the sun, the oppressed. I am not sentimental
about old men mumbling the Hebrew by rote
with no more feeling than one says gesundheit.

But the discipline of blessings is to taste
each moment, the bitter, the sour, the sweet
and the salty, and be glad for what does not
hurt. The art is in compressing attention
to each little and big blossom of the tree

of life, to let the tongue sing each fruit,
its savor, its aroma and its use.

Attention is love, what we must give
children, mothers, fathers, pets,
our friends, the news, the woes of others.
What we want to change we curse and then
pick up a tool. Bless whatever you can
with eyes and hands and tongue. If you
can’t bless it, get ready to make it new.