This is where we are today
Blessed neighbor knocked close to a foot of snow off several cars including mine, but I can't dig out behind it yet, too cold for me, temp still in the single digits Fledermaus.
So I'll let the sun help, meanwhile, the machboos rubyan coming to an end with today's lunch, I may as well thaw the doings for that lasagna I've been boring on about.
And a slice or two of that mozzarella will get into this evening's salad, with the tomato slices and a bit of Thai basil, no Italian basil available right now.
I liked this combo for years, eagerly looked for the farm mozz and tomatoes and basil every year, before I knew it was a thing, with a name. Which now escapes me. Joanne or Mary are sure to know it. Oh wait, I think it's caprese.
And in the same mailbox as the weather, came this lovely reminder of good weather.
Peonies. I love them and have no room to plant them. So I enjoy the pictures.
I finished the Elizabeth Gilbert, and ended up ready to recommend it, particularly the bit where she demolishes the case that you can only make art through suffering.
There's also quite a bit of fun to be had in letting materials steer you. It's not easy, whoever expected that, but it's not all grim either.
Now I've embarked on
At first I was reluctant to read yet another book about the second wife of a successful writer once professor, in an affluent New York life but anyway I started. And I'm finding it very readable anyway.
The birds are going crackers at the feeder, both of the red bellied woodpeckers, cardinal, Carolina wren, juncoes, all at once right now in the sun. The smaller birds and the cardinal are whipping up the crumbs knocked down by the woodpeckers' vigorous beakwork. Also queuing up in the nearby tree waiting to be seated.
So that's today chez Boud
