Big blast of real spring today, birds and leaves and daffodils and all, plus dazzlingly loud finished Koolaid socks! Dancin' sox that practically pirouette on their own! A counterpart for last evening's gaudy tangerine sunset.
...which this beautiful horse didn't appreciate because his companions had been moved out of the field early in the day and he was all alone. He agitatedly called for them all day long and into the night. They came back this morning to make him content again.
minimalist edible
I'm about to start another indoor basil plant in a picturesque tomato can with hope that I can keep it alive throughout the summer. In Roman times Italian maidens put sprigs of basil in their hair to indicate that they were eligible. Pots of basil were placed in prostitutes' doorways as another sort of welcome. As for me, I'll use it in pasta, pesto, salads. I'm not
that easy!
While you are dancing in a ring,
girls, sing:
Now the fields are green,
now bonny April has come.
Antonio Machado,
Songs, XV
...even though April is nearly over, sing, anyway...
