the layers of snow and ice
the remnants of winter
not yet spring
the river emerges
never ceasing to flow.
“be like a river. be open. flow.
argo park, huron river, ann arbor, mi, usa – february 2020
‘i love cinnamon and baking with my mom.’ – h
class bakery day
the children worked
over the last few weeks
how sharing bread is a way to welcome others
every culture makes and eats and shares bread
listened to books about bread and baking
practiced ‘baking’ with play-dough
baked real lemon bread at school
baked breads at home
bought breads at the store
made signs and decorated tables
learned about buying and selling using pennies
gave other classes pennies
that they had to ‘earn’ by working in their rooms
invited other classes, faculty, staff, and families
to come to our room for a big bakery event
said they would give pennies or free bread
to anyone who had no money or food
families supported their efforts
making this day so special
everyone went home
very full, very tired, very happy.
the bakery in full swing
“anyone who gives you a cinnamon roll fresh out of the oven is a friend for life.”
during my recent visit to apple
i asked to sign up for a class
where i could ask questions
about my laptop
i was given this card to use to signup
after a quick scroll down and some box checking
i was registered for a weekend class
my cold took over
i needed to cancel
i used the card again
thought it would be an easy fix
but the only options i could find
were to confirm i was coming
to sign up for another class
i tried to call the store
but no one answered the phone
called the 1-800 number
but it redirected me to cancel
by using the same method i already was using
i decided that when i actually do make it to a class
my first question will be:
“how does someone cancel their attendance at your class?”
“there’s no limit to how complicated things can get,
on account of one thing always leading to another.”
Litla Dimun, an isolated island often capped by its own fluffy cloud.
Lítla Dímun is the smallest of the Faroe Islands’ 18 main islands. But though it may be tiny, the islet still has the power to influence the atmosphere.
A lenticular cloud often drapes over it like a wet, vapory blanket. These stationary clouds typically form over mountain peaks or other protruding landmasses. Lítla Dímun’s lenticular hovers above its top, occasionally spilling down over the land as it reaches toward the cold sea. Of the Faroe Islands’ main islands, the little landmass is the only one that remains uninhabited by humans. But people do visit the island. For centuries, Faroese farmers have made the precarious journey to Lítla Dímun to tend to the creatures who rule the islet: its sheep.
Up until the middle of the 19th century, Lítla Dímun sheep ruled the little green haven. It’s believed these black, short-tailed feral sheep were the descendants of the animals brought to the area during the Neolithic era. But after the last of these rare creatures was shot in the 1800s, rendering the bloodline extinct, the island became home to domesticated Faroes sheep. Every fall, farmers head to Lítla Dímun, scale its slick cliffs, and round up the sheep to bring them back to the main islands.
You’ll most likely have to stick to admiring this island from the villages of Hvalba and Sandvík on the island of Suðuroy. It is possible to visit Lítla Dímun, though it’s rare to have weather that’s good enough to make a visit feasible, as you must use the ropes left by the farmers to help climb the cliffs.
olive the cat not the oil
startled for no reason
(as often happens with both of us)
jumped off the ledge
right onto my favorite lamp
startling both of us
(now for a reason)
I see it as her way
of not so subtly suggesting
a redecorating idea.
“my personal decorating style is cozy,
romantic and a little rustic, with a sense of whimsy.”
– k. schlapman