My mom had sent a St. Paddy's Day card and a few photos, including this one of her dog. Abe was a little freaked out by the dog last time they saw each other. She also sent a photo of a plate of "real Southern food." But come on, Mama! You think I don't feed our son grits, cornbread, black-eyed peas, greens, mac-n-cheese?
Have you ever seen
anything
in your life
more wonderful
than the way the sun,
every evening,
relaxed and easy,
floats toward the horizon
and into the clouds or the hills,
or the rumpled sea,
and is gone--
and how it slides again
out of the blackness,
every morning,
on the other side of the world,
like a red flower
streaming upward on its heavenly oils,
say, on a morning in early summer,
at its perfect imperial distance--
and have you ever felt for anything
such wild love--
do you think there is anywhere, in any language,
a word billowing enough
for the pleasure
that fills you,
as the sun
reaches out,
as it warms you
as you stand there,
empty-handed--
or have you too
turned from this world--
or have you too
gone crazy
for power,
for things?
--Mary Oliver
That batter is delicious on the spatula...
...ooh, is that some on my sock?
...mmm, tasty chocolate sock batter.
