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Love affair with local food

October 17, 2008

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I like knowing where my food comes from. I like fruit picked at the right time, just ripe enough that it will finish sweetening in my fruit bowl, but not so ripe that I have to eat it all that day. (Except peaches. I will buy peaches that I have to eat that minute. I […]

So much depends

October 9, 2008

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Today was an ordinary misty October day.  Leaving Sonny’s, where I had breakfast with Babs and Betty Jo, I admired a red wheelbarrow glazed with rain in Chris Szjebach’s garden. It seemed a sign that the day might have poetic possibilities after all.   I piled the dogs and the laundry into the car, and […]

In search . . . غروب

October 7, 2008

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I’ve mentioned before that I like to ponder the search terms that bring people to this blog. My favorite of the day is غروب. I have no idea what language that is in, let alone what it means. Isn’t it pretty, though? When I searched it back, via Google, I found links to sunsets. Sunsets. […]

Gerry’s got dig-effects too

October 2, 2008

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I took weekend visitors on a little hike at Barnes Park, where we found a lovely yellow autumn mushroom—a little chewed upon, to be sure, but still attractive. I can relate. Fiddling with the photo software to see if I could get the mushroom to look as sunny on your screen as it did on […]

Reading the entrails of blograptors

October 2, 2008

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Part of the fun of doing a blog is reading the stats – the number of times a post was viewed (what is it with the milk hauler, anyway???) and the links that people followed (there is an unhealthy interest in “Michael Moore’s house” – trust me, people, those who talk don’t know and those […]

Comfort food

September 24, 2008

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The other day I was so aggravated over the news – don’t get me started – that I was threatening to destroy myself with pie.  Upon reflection, this seemed to me to be a poor solution.  I would not affect the doings of the Rapacious Robber Barons in the least, and I would do myself […]