[Mustard greens from the market, March 2010.]
Never let it be said that I’m not stubborn. I’m the girl who will, if you offer to pay for dinner, cheerfully (but cheerfully!) fight with you over the bill (just ask my best friend). I’ll finish books I’m not enjoying all that much (see: that Dylan [...]
[Mustard grass near Sebastopol, February 2010.]
March, lovely March, here you are at last. You are one my favorite months — with polite apologies to sweet April with her sun showers, smoky blue June tossing her still-green branches against a summer sky, quiet, still August, and white-gold October; these I love truly and look forward [...]
[Spetses, 2007.]
If I were a better writer, I’d have some sort of lovely observation about this (endless) rain and how, if I didn’t have to work, I’d like to be sitting in the Japanese tea garden in Golden Gate Park watching puddles pile up near the coi pond and crunching away on that delicious (and [...]
[Last holiday package, December 2009.]
I mailed my fifth (and final!) holiday package last Saturday morning; crammed with dog biscuits, cranberry jam, a bar of delicious blueberry-lavender chocolate, tea, ginger-pecan cookies, and a small loaf of lemon tea bread I hope it reached its intended northerly destination of Napa with all components relatively un-shattered. This [...]
