Happy Candlemas
"Candlemas, Candlemas, Candlemas Day
Toss all your candles and candlesticks away!"
Old rhyme recited by my Mom on February 2nd. A bit hasty, considering the days have a ways to go before we can discard lighting.
And here's the soup of yesterday
also a batch of walnut raisin chocolate chip scone things in case Handsome Son visits today.
Putting a sprig of aromatic herbs on hot soup looks appetizing, and also flavors it subtly.
And here's the current reading which I hugely recommend. It's about eloquent silences, aloneness in the world, making a single life, fleeting communication.
Written in Italian and translated to English by the writer, Jhumpa Lahiri, it's a tour de force of writing, perception and language.
It's also tautly written, no excess verbiage, no hundreds of pages of bloviation. I don't think anyone less than George Eliot, or Susanna Clark, or Tolstoy or Tartt, or Joyce can successfully sustain huge narratives. I hope to find one but haven't up to now.
Speaking of huge narratives, today's the hundredth anniversary of Sylvia Beach's publishing Ulysses in Paris.
From the celestial back to the daily. This is partly for Pam's benefit, but generally interesting. Here's the current list of available Misfits produce this week
There's also pantry, dairy, snack, pet food, various other aisles. Just FYI.
And, once we're sustained by good food, here's a five year old horseback archer warrior girl in Mongolia, in action.
