I tried to make asparagus soup like the kind I had last week. You roast the asparagus til it's crispy, then into the blender with (soy) milk, then a generous dollop of (fake) sour cream. It was so delicious, I swooned in the restaurant. The waitperson patiently explained how to make it. He must have forgotten some SECRET ingredient. My honey said she thought it was good but it wasn't the same.
Pretty however.
The sun came to visit today and shone on all and everyone. We came out en mass to walk around the park and shade our eyes and exclaim about the numerous madrona trees that fell with the wind and ice. They have the most beautiful bark, smooth and tawny. I stroke their bark. Dogs and children and couples. Sabbath observers with their many offspring. Walking into the brilliant windy sun and whitecaps.
The tiny fist of winter let go.
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It seems the greater fist of winter has been lurking there. Hooray for a bit of sun and being out in it. xo
The tiny fist of winter let go.
Beth I am so grateful for your writing (the tiny fist of winter is perfect and somewhat astounding in its perfection) and your friendship and your extraordinary generosity.
love,
Rebecca
MK- o yes.
Dear R-XXOO
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