Good Morning!
The "big" storm has passed through. Winds were 40 mph, rather than the 60 to 80 predicted. I bought a flashlight and candles, but they are unused. The power is still on, and, yet the storm provided a wonderful respite. We hunkered in with pizza and tiny Dove bars and survived. I felt myself in the night reaching a new level of renewal as I listened to the wind.
What I love here is watching the resident robins. I cannot believe how many worms they eat. I have noted that before when I watch them get drunk on Pyracantha berries in the fall, but, now, I see that to eat like a bird is to really eat like a pig.
Dan Neil wrote a wonderful column on this new horror of a dish offered by KFC. He said it really is for pigs at a trough, as all the layers of food one may or may not want to eat are piled on top of each other. It looks and sounds gross, and is a pile of fat and salt.
Here is to eating like a lily, softly absorbing nutrients through water and air.
What I love here is watching the resident robins. I cannot believe how many worms they eat. I have noted that before when I watch them get drunk on Pyracantha berries in the fall, but, now, I see that to eat like a bird is to really eat like a pig.
Dan Neil wrote a wonderful column on this new horror of a dish offered by KFC. He said it really is for pigs at a trough, as all the layers of food one may or may not want to eat are piled on top of each other. It looks and sounds gross, and is a pile of fat and salt.
Here is to eating like a lily, softly absorbing nutrients through water and air.