If you have extraordinary bread and extraordinary butter, it’s hard to beat bread and butter. Jacques Pepin
Carole has given us perhaps the greatest topic of all time for this week’s 10 on Tuesday:
10 Favorite Comfort Foods
Now, the hard part is to limit this to only ten! (more…)
These brave little snowdrops brought to mind the poem by Wordsworth…
To a Snowdrop
Lone Flower, hemmed in with snows and white as they
But hardier far, once more I see thee bend
Thy forehead, as if fearful to offend,
Like an unbidden guest. Though day by day,
Storms, sallying from the mountain-tops, waylay
The rising sun, and on the plains descend;
Yet art thou welcome, welcome as a friend
Whose zeal outruns his promise! Blue-eyed May
Shall soon behold this border thickly set
With bright jonquils, their odours lavishing
On the soft west-wind and his frolic peers;
Nor will I then thy modest grace forget,
Chaste Snowdrop, venturous harbinger of Spring,
And pensive monitor of fleeting years!
Reading: A Malmö Midwinter: An Inspector Anita Sundström Novella by Torquil MacLeod – it should be a quick read. Should being the operative word. But, I have been falling asleep almost immediately upon getting into bed. This might frustrate me, however, since Insomnia has been on an apparent vacation, I will take the sleep while I can get it!
Knitting (and spinning): I cast on Hop Brook by Bonnie Sennott with some handspun Dorset Down. I am about half way through and I carded the remainder of the fiber to spin this weekend. I am also in the home stretch for Kirsten Kapur’s Mystery Socks – just the toes to go and I will be done!
With the potential for “Snowmageddon” for much of the east coast, today seemed like a good day to remember winter vacations in northern Michigan and skiing at the now long closed Sugarloaf Resort in Cedar.
It was where we learned to ski. My kiddos were much better than I was, and they all quickly surpassed me with their skiing prowess! They still ski, me not so much at all anymore.
I think Heidi was five in this photo in the winter of 1995-1996.
I did love this resort, and my favorite – Ridge Runner – was over a mile and a half of gently sloping terrain, winding through beautiful woodlands and views of Good Harbor Bay in Lake Michigan, which you can see in this photo.
It was such a spectacularly beautiful place.
Today, it seems like yesterday and the memories warm my heart.
Nothing is more beautiful than the loveliness of the woods before sunrise. ~ George Washington Carver
No woods here, but sunrise through the droplets of water was particularly beautiful today, as was the garden wearing strings of water pearls…
May your weekend be filled with simple beauty, Gentle Reader.