Please send me your last pair of shoes,
worn out with dancing
as you mentioned in your letter,
so that I might have something
to press against my heart.
-Goethe
I know mermaids don’t wear slippers;
those are the words that float in my mind
when I see these sorts of shells.
And then, unbidden, Lewis Carroll’s Lobster Quadrille;
“will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, will you join the dance?”
I first became suspicious when Maverick asked me, “Do we have cream of tar-tar?”
I told him where I thought it was and all was quiet for a while.
Then Jacob asked, “What does it mean to sift something?”
OK, now I was intensely curious, but I also wanted to see how it played out, so I gave an abbreviated explanantion and waited.
Eventually, I was asked into the kitchen to put this into an ( already preheated!) oven-
which yielded tasty scones, eaten with heavy cream that Jacob whipped up and topped with strawberries, blueberries and white cherries.
They used this recipe subbing butter for margarine, and just rolling the dough into balls rather than rolling flat and cutting out the scones, because that seemed like “too much work”.
Jacob took pictures because that’s how things are done around here.
OK, now, the strawberries and the OJ are not local. The whole “local” bit didn’t occur to us until later. See, up until this point, local meals meant our Sunday project, but now we are realizing that “eating local” is a daily possibility, because the fridge is full of locally produced stuff! Cool, huh?
Know what’s even cooler?
Eating scones for breakfast… that you didn’t cook yourself.
Happiness is as a butterfly,
which, when pursued,
is always beyond our grasp,
but which,
if you will sit down quietly,
may alight upon you.
-Nathaniel Hawthorne
I have been trying to get decent butterfly pictures all summer. I am pretty happy with these.
I demand that you note the crazy long tongue and fuzzy striped zebra body! These were not details that I was expecting.
I am always blown away by the details.
May a little happiness find you today.