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Thursday, May 15, 2014

the leaves are here




Metamorphosis

by May Sarton

Always it happens when we are not there -
The tree leaps up alive into the air,
Small open parasols of Chinese green
Wave on each twig. But who has ever seen
The latch sprung, the bud as it burst?
Spring always manages to get there first.

Lovers of wind, who will have been aware
Of a faint stirring in the empty air,
Look up one day through a dissolving screen
To find no star, but this multiplied green,
Shadow on shadow, singing sweet and clear.
Listen, lovers of wind, the leaves are here!




At long last the latches have been sprung.....





And the leaves at a certain time in the trampled little stand of trees near where I live seemed like fireflies, seemed like tiny lamps, a couple of mornings ago.






Another short poem:


To Know the Dark

by Wendell Berry

To go in the dark with a light is to know the light
To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight,
and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings,
and is traveled by dark feet and dark wings.









There are so many ways to come to know the light.




Next, some randomness. Pinterest, lately, has been my cookbook. You can find the recipes on my food board.



The asparagus fries were probably my favourite recipe-try of the week.




Strawberry scones - would definitely make these again.




Grilled artichoke, sun dried tomatoes and goat cheese...Very tasty.


3 comments:

  1. Someday, when teleporting is no longer a thing of science fiction novels, I will knock on your door and ask for one of those grilled sandwiches. They look so good! As for the new leaves, they instil a sense of childish giddiness don't they? The leaves I see here are just the most delightful colours, I'm so glad you shared them.

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    1. Spring giddiness for sure! I find I'm often wishing for a transporter....! Thx for being here Leigh.

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  2. Thank you for all these recipes!

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