The colorful quiet

     I bought a new denim jacket from Goodwill and have been embroidering patches to sew onto it. Here is my favorite and most recent patch.

     As I pondered what to name this post, the name of the indie band "The Colorful Quiet" sprung into my mind. I have one song by them which I only sorta like, but the words of their name seemed fitting for this image.

Bear beneath the clouds

Bananagoop: Cooking Adventures Ep. 2

     The last time we saw Lucy, she was cooking a veggie-refried bean medley on her stove in Brunswick Apartments. This morning she embarked on a new cooking adventure. If you thought her tofu-beano escapade this summer was goopy, prepare yourself for her newest invention: BANANAGOOPANCAKE. The pancake part of the name is a bit disputable seeing as the "cake" is really just a big, soupy blob of banana and cinnamon with a spoonful of pancake mix for body. 

     Eat with yogurt for maximum goop factor. 

     Photos to come the next time... this time around she forgot to get a shot before she ate it.

     But that doesn't mean she can't post some even sweeter Little Tree photos.

Candlewood Ledge

 

Late night glow

I put up some new lights in the bedroom!

Afternoon alit

Walking back from Spindleworks 

brimming with cranberry-orange relish and cherry cheesecake

and enjoying the long shadows of the trees.

 

P.S. I didn't intend that to be a poem up top even though it sounds like it wants to be one.

Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.

You do not have to walk on your knees

for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.

You only have to let the soft animal of your body

love what it loves.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.

Meanwhile the world goes on.

Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain

are moving across the landscapes,

over the prairies and the deep trees,

the mountains and the rivers.

Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,

are heading home again.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,

the world offers itself to your imagination,

calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting 

over and over announcing your place

in the family of things.

from Dream Work by Mary Oliver