"Vision is not enough; it must be combined with venture. It is not enough to stare up the step; we must step up the stairs."
-Vaclav Havel
a collection of little random musings for creating simple & joyous meaning in everyday life. just because.
"Vision is not enough; it must be combined with venture. It is not enough to stare up the step; we must step up the stairs."
-Vaclav Havel
Last week I had a couple of friends over for dinner, and we collaborated on making dishes from Martha Stewart's Simple Spring Menu.
Everything turned out beautifully, from the Roasted Salmon with Herbed Yogurt to the Tender Lettuce Salad to the Lemony Smashed Potatoes.
We also went ahead and made a broiled asparagus version of the Sauteed Asparagus with Dijon Vinaigrette since I had some asparagus on hand and the Dijon Vinaigrette coordinated well with the other dishes.
This was a very easy dinner to put together (especially if you have lovely friends who don't mind giving you a hand in the kitchen) as the ingredients are pretty minimal, but still delicious.
Enjoy!
No, not dirty in that way, but in all that other way, as in with actual dirt from the garden. This is the compost pile that I started last year for the garden. I got the compost bin from a friend who wasn't using it, and I immediately put it to use, adding vegetable scraps and yard clippings. There are actually a number of things that you can't put in the compost; generally speaking, you can't add fats or protein. Click here for more information on what items you can compost and their relative decomposition time. I can tell you from personal experience that egg shells take a long time to decompose, as do some paper products.
As per the usual, Charley and Lola were on hand to help out. And by help out, I mean they were just waiting for belly rubs.
Regardless of her actual age, I think she is simply adorable. I just love her squiggly strip on her nose, though I'm told this will actually straighten out with age, so I made sure to snap a couple of pictures this weekend before she loses this very distinctive marking.
I had been to NYC before (for my 10th birthday, actually, and then for a brief weekend trip in 2001), but this was the first time I really explored the city at any length with someone who lived there. It was a whole new experience.
Currently, I take photographs with my SLR camera. But five years ago, I didn't have that camera, so I just shot pictures with my little 3.2 megapixel point-and-shoot.
Until today, I hadn't looked at these pictures in a long time. I'd like to think that I have matured a bit as a "photographer" since then. It's hard for me to think of identifying myself with being an actual photographer; I think I prefer the much less formal "taker of pictures."I loved these pictures dearly when I took them, and while I still like a few of them, I can see their relative points of merit and demerit, as the case may be, with the experience I have gained over the past few years. I have grown since I took these pictures, and that process of growth reminds me of this poem:
"Comes the Dawn"
After awhile you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
And company doesn't mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open,
And learn to build all your roads
On today because tomorrow's ground
Is too uncertain for plans, and futures have
A way of falling down in mid-flight.
After awhile you learn that even sunshine
Burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate
Your own soul, instead of waiting
For someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure...
that you really are strong
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn...
With every goodbye you learn.
-Veronica Shoffstall
Remember to be gentle with yourself...and others.
Love,
Little Miss This and That
And then this. I can't handle it. My day is shot because I can't seem to tear myself away from those big, brown, soulful eyes.
And ahhhh, there is nothing like a little mud bath on a spring afternoon. Life is sweet.