We are in the dog days of summer. Hot, still, lethargic.
The grasses are golden and brown, swaying in a whisper of breeze. The afternoons are long and languorous, and we move lawn furniture looking for shade or a cool breath off the ocean. The air shimmers. The muffled sounds of people wading into the water down at Craddock Beach.… Continue reading
… Continue readingThere was once a town in the heart of America where all life seemed to live in harmony with its surroundings. The town lay in the midst of a checkerboard of prosperous farms, with fields of grain and hillsides of orchards where, in spring, white clouds of bloom drifted above the green fields.
Apologies for the creepy image!
It’s a 17th-century engraving of a plague doctor. He’s wearing a costume that had its origins in the medieval period.
I came across a similar image on Instagram this week. It was a meme commenting on the “fashion trends” of Summer 2020. Funny, but like many Internet memes has a certain edge.… Continue reading
I don’t consider myself a professional baker by any means. I’ve never studied a baking program, never worked in a bakery. I’ve learned a few tricks from books, watched a few videos like everyone else. And I’ve learned a bit by doing. Making larger quantities of bread than just a couple of loaves at a time.… Continue reading
Mid-August at Sourdough Mountain Lookout By Gary Snyder Down valley a smoke haze Three days heat, after five days rain Pitch glows on the fir-cones Across rocks and meadows Swarms of new flies. I cannot remember things I once read A few friends, but they are in cities.… Continue reading