I’ve long been fond of collage as an art form. These Tendrils continue the stream.
- Ground Hog’s Day marks the end of solar winter, in contrast to the standard calendar’s use of the equinox on March 20. We have as much daylight now as we did around Halloween, back t the end of October. It’s another reason I view the year as eight seasons rather than four.
- I’ve previously posted about the ways observing Advent as the days leading up to Christmas Day – which then ushers in the Twelve Days of Christmas –greatly alters our way of experiencing the holidays. As a result, since we don’t put up our tree until Christmas Eve, we leave ours up much longer than our neighbors. Long after theirs have headed for the dump, ours is still casting magical light around our front parlor (the room we call the library) while the mass of tiny lighted bulbs outside the bay window are also still glowing. Deep winter’s much more tolerable this way.
- When the evergreen tree does go out of the house (meaning any day now), its place in the bay window is soon taken up by flats of seedlings we’ll transplant to the garden, likely in May. My task now is to retrieve the appropriate shelves and bars of lighting from the shed – out in the brittle cold. We always seem to be behind schedule there.
- How sad to see so many so-called conservatives turning barbarian, intent on destruction – pillaging civilization and culture.
- My last days at the office included erasing my tracks. A lot of stuffed folders went into the trash.
- I finally acknowledge my past lovers would have never made me a suitable spouse. How blessed I am now.
- Think of the books we keep returning to. Or simply journals. Which of them keep you on track?
- There’s a day, as the rabbi admits, for sex and delight, free from the usual intrusions. It’s called Sabbath. Seriously.
- Goose – all dark meat, a lot of good tasty fat – a spoonful is great for favoring other dishes while cooking.
- Someday has come.