Blossoms Around Town

At lunchtime, I bumped into a co-worker from an office where I worked for a few year in the 1990s. We shared stories of our concerns and fears in these times, both as citizens and as Federal workers . One of his daughters just graduated from U.V.A. Another is in grad school there, so they have lots of friends in Charlottesville. We went back to our respective offices, but it is hard to work. The weather was hot and thick with humidity, the gardens oblivious to current events (so far).
Today, when I was thinking about that for which I am most grateful and taking a lunchtime walk through the neighborhood, I decided that my persistent appreciation for beauty is worthy of the highest gratitude. The ability always to be entranced by beauty has gotten me through many a moment of potential suffering.
Though many of the trees have lost their leaves, the spectacular color show continues. Some of the trees are still sporting green leaves, so there is more to come. And then will come the time to enjoy the exquisite architecture and shape of the branches themselves against the winter sky–it’s own kind of beauty.
Homely and definitely could have been better executed, but satisfying when hot from the oven. The crust I’d frozen a few weeks ago, and it used no commercial yeast. Chard from the garden. The extra portions went into the freezer. During the work week, I’ll be happy to be able to warm it up in the toaster oven for breakfast or lunch–perhaps adding cheese or sprouts and herbs. Or another egg.


If there is a shortage of space in one direction, before giving up, try another direction. In a tiny garden, using vertical space opens lots more opportunities. In our own bodies (and minds), taking advantage of different ways of getting to a particular place can make embodiment that much fuller.
hops vine, cherry tomatoes and butternut squash