They say bearded

I say ruffled.  But beauty is beauty no matter the word used.  A poem is a poem, if the one who crafted it, says so.  A meal is tasty is the mouth says "yes."  By the way "yes" is the universal word response to beauty.  Royal, indeed.

Ricotta is my new "peanut butter"

and it makes these carrot ribbons with mandoline-sliced raw beets with curry dressing & toasted pistachios quite the uplifting dish.  Especially at this time, colorful nourishing food is what my senses crave.  I'm thinking a recipe is like a blank page and the dish that ensues is what the pen offers paper.  Convoluted, I know.  Color it, the times.   Be well.  Eat good food.  Happy carrot ribbons to all!

Spring isn't sheltering-in-place

Spring is being itself -- riotous with color, texture, shape, fragrance & attitude.  It's a good time to walk (6 feet apart), cook asparagus and other vegetal delights, and made petite poems the size of cherry blossoms.   I wonder a time when we won't immediately get the references to "sheltering-in-place" and "6 feet apart?"

A day with water & clouds

similar to a good book & soup for dinner.  Who can tell me, when I see a tree trunk, I want to reach for my pen?

Not to be confused with an empty parking lot

night
remains
the most
refined
still
voice

The ethereal is magical

and looming.  Truly, aren't clouds as structurally solid as trees, hill or even a poppy patch?  Or our imagination?  Or the memory of the first soup we tasted?  Or the sound of the last poem written?

Simplicity calms.

a cat purring
rice steaming
coffee brewing
bread baking
roasted potatoes w/rosemary
the silence of poppies, blooming
sufficient pen & paper
thank goodness
the list is endless