happy birthday to frida
one of my favorite artists
thanks for keeping the flowers
and everything else you painted,
so alive.
—
“i paint flowers so they will not die.”
-frida kahlo
—
image: the art of knowing, by frida kahlo, angst gallery
Jul7
Author Archives: beth
Jul6
amy’s choice.
oh, amy what have you done?
after a bit of an unexplained absence
and when rejoining us outside at her picnic
amy tells us that she was busy inside
setting her mother up with her old iPad
and is already feeling a bit of remorse and worry
that this choice may have created
a life-long need for her tech support
and round-the-clock calls to her
yearning for immediate answers
to the endless questions as to the subtleties and mysteries
contained within the world of apple products.
her brother quickly makes it clear
that he is hands-off
and is not in any way involved in this endeavor.
she speaks openly of her fear
while the only other things we know
that she is afraid of are mascots
though this new level of fear
may have even topped that.
we all reassure her that she is a good daughter for having done this
while at the same time privately harboring
our own personal doubts
about the potential risk/reward factor involved in her choice.
about 3 minutes went by
and this is a picture of amy re-entering her house
after she has been called in
to where her mother sits with her new iPad
and her first ‘question/glitch.’
she looks frightened and unsure of what awaits her inside.
—
“choices are the hinges of destiny.”
-edwin markham
Jul5
walk together.
what better way to celebrate the day than walking all together
the local merchants
the stormtrooper
the squirrel
the roller derby team
the pedal bikers
the mayor
the musicians with a cause
the snow buddies
the creatures.
and so many, many, more.
—
“diversity is about all of us,
and about us having to figure out how to walk through this world together.”
-jacqueline woodson
jacqueline is the 2018-2019 National Ambassador for Young People’s Literature. She received the 2018 Astrid Lindgren Memorial Award and the 2018 Children’s Literature Legacy Award, and is the 2014 National Book Award Winner for her New York Times bestselling memoir Brown Girl Dreaming, which was also a recipient of the Coretta Scott King Award, a Newbery Honor, the NAACP Image Award and a Sibert Honor. In 2015, Woodson was named the Young People’s Poet Laureate by the Poetry Foundation.
Jul4
you say potato, i say patriot.
“you have to love a nation that celebrates its independence every July 4, not with a parade of guns, tanks and soldiers who file by the white house in a show of strength and muscle, but with family picnics where kids throw frisbees, the potato salad gets iffy and the flies die from happiness. you may think you have overeaten, but it is patriotism.”
-erma bombeck
happy birthday u.s.a!
—
image credit: savorthebest.com
Jul3
where some see light, others see night.
The City of Ann Arbor Government
and the
US National Weather Service – Detroit
issued this statement yesterday:
We lost 38 seconds of daylight yesterday. By the end of the month, we’ll be losing over 2 minutes each day and by the end of next month, nearly 20 minutes per week. Here’s what you can expect as you savor the waning days of Michigan’s warm season:
July: -45 minutes lost
August: -1 hour 16 minutes lost
September: -1 hour 22 minutes lost
October: -1 hour 23 minutes lost
November: -1 hour 1 minute lost
It won’t be long until you have an extra 6 hours of darkness to spend on your indoor hobbies. Have a great Monday.
i think that someone may have been very hot and had a tough monday.
—
“we’re burnin’ daylight.”
-john wayne
—
image credit: kur4
Jul2
literacy?
when reading this article about literacy
i was saddened by it
yet i was struck by an typo
not meant to be ironic
that perhaps unknowingly proved the point.
“literacy is a bridge from misery to hope.”
― kofi annan
Jul1
beaver tails.
Beaver Tails
(no rodents were harmed in the making of this treat)
Some people might be horrified at the idea of eating the tail of a semi-aquatic rodent. But the sweet beaver tails that Canadians feast upon aren’t taken from beavers. Instead, they are big paddles of whole-wheat dough, fried to golden crispness. The final product is often doused in toppings such as cinnamon-sugar, chocolate, whipped cream, and maple butter.
While their name has become shorthand for a big, wheat doughnut, most come from one place: the BeaverTails chain of pastry shops. For the last 40 years, the Ontario-founded company has been slinging beaver tails, or queues de castor, at outlets across Canada. Flavors range from savory (garlic cheese, anyone?) to sweet (apple cinnamon). Fan favorites are the Killalou Sunrise, topped with cinnamon-sugar and lemon, or the Triple Trip, which boasts chocolate hazelnut spread, peanut butter, and Reese’s Pieces. In eastern Canada, they’re often a winter treat, perfect for after skating.
As the tails have slowly spread around the world, from Dubai to Dollywood, their indulgent taste and evocative name has made them an iconic part of Canada’s cuisine.
happy canada day to our sweet neighbors to the north!
—
credits: atlas obscura/gastro obscura/taste montreal
Jun30
pie for breakfast.
used the berries we picked
to make a strawberry pie for breakfast
what a fine way to begin a day.
“to whoever invented fantasy, redwood trees, and pie for breakfast; well done.”
-dr sun wolf
Jun29
reach.
“we sit in the mud… and reach for the stars.”
-ivan turgenev
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photo credit: pinterest vintage
Jun28
coffee talk.
nothing like waking up early
sipping a warm cup of strong coffee
chewing on something that seems like a berry
your brain catching up
and wondering
why there is a berry in your cup
because you don’t normally
add berries to your coffee
and you spit it out
only to discover
that it was really a random giant ant not a berry
who climbed into your cup
in the time it took you to walk out of the room and back
and you have unwittingly shared your coffee with him
and he, with you.
—
“it is not enough to be busy. so are the ants. the question is: what are we busy about?”
-henry david thoreau
I didn't have my glasses on.... 