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Good Morning, Moon
As the nights get longer and colder and darker, it can be very tempting to hibernate. It is not a bad thing to focus more on the indoor things, but for health and happiness make sure to get out and soak up some light every day.
The moon just past full greeted me this early morning as I headed for the metro to ride up to Silver Spring to assist at the therapeutics workshop with the wonderful Todd Norian who has come to visit and make offering to our community. Seeing the moon over the vivid trees made me glad I had a reason to get out of the house extra early on a Sunday morning.
Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.
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I was standing around with some neighbors–all masked, but needing to say hello. When getting into political discussion with a neighbor who seems to think there might be a return to “normal,” I happened to glance up and notice how beautiful was the sky.
State of the Garden
The rose is just starting to bloom, the pansies are thriving with the cool, wet weather. These would not have made it through the coming rains, and it is sweet to have some inside blossoms in these times (and I am grateful for such privilege).
Afternoon Walk
After eating homemade popsicles. This week’s variation: lemon, lime, with white nectarine. The liquid was an chilled tisane with herbs from the garden; the sweetener, local honey. The farmers at the market were packing to go home. Tomatoes and peaches only $1 a pound. Tonight–cucumber and tomato salad with the second cucumber of the year from my own garden. The salad to accompany whole wheat pasta tossed with garden greens, herb pesto (basil, parsley, arugula; garlic in the pesto from a friend’s garden), and white beans. Later in the week when it gets cooler, slow-cooked tomato sauce and white peaches poached in wine (perhaps turned into popsicles).
