it's not that i didn't listen

But nothing anyone said before my daughter was born prepared me for how very, very much I would love her. 

like like like

I'm not sure how I found Ian Dingman's work, but happily I did. 

Also, happily, he has made the lovely print above available at an affordable price, so art lovers and gin drinkers, rejoice! 

five senses functioning

I wasn't going to do Five Senses Friday when I realized that my answer to at least two senses would be "fog," but what the heck, here goes.

Seeing: Fog. For many days now. Soon it is supposed to give way to a very heavy rain. 

Hearing: The whoosh of the baby monitor, the sound of nap time.

Feeling: Fog. For many days now. Soon it will give way to something else.

Tasting: Diet coke and peanut butter, aka breakfast #2.

Smelling: Not much, I'm stuffed up, maybe a little peanut butter.

Alice's senses are having a nicer time of it than mine today.

awake and waiting

I have been in the kind of funk and fog that comes from getting up much, much earlier than I seem to be able to adjust to, and from living in a place where Real Spring—she of the green grasses and no-longer-nude trees—comes much, much later than my childhood experience tells me it should. 

This is an art installation we found ON the beach one day, at first I thought it was just some driftwood but a closer look revealed its composition. 

Such is my cloudiness at the moment that I looked at my bookmarks menu, saw the Sartorialist, and thought surely he'd be in London at the G20 right now, shooting street style...that would be something, I guess.

yesterday, in the salt marsh

The weather is slowly getting better but the wind off the water can make things awfully chilly, so yesterday we walked the trail through the salt marsh to get out of the breeze. 

On the other side is the compost site, and a cache of traps waiting for spring. (New England spring, not calendar spring.)

rosemary soup update

Just had a bowl of yesterday's Rosemary Soup, and it's quite nice. A little heavy on the rosemary, yes, but not bad. 

Next time I'll use the recommended amount of rosemary, and add some Amari tomato paste to the garlic and rosemary, to get a deeper tomato flavor. This is a seriously easy soup, recipe here.

i would get bored with being perfect—right?

Today I made what was a simple and should have been a delicious soup. Only made one mistake: I put in about three times more rosemary than was called for. So I made Rosemary Soup, accented with chick peas and tomato. 

Perfection might be boring, but it never ruined the soup.