Oh man I'm so hungry, cutting the grass is tiring work and so now I'm patiently awaiting tonight's feast. There is a homemade lasagna in the oven (yeah, mine!), smelling all delicious with it's layers of Italian cheese, fresh pasta and strained tomatoes with basil. I don't use tomato sauce, I find the strained tomatoes with basil (homemade or bought in a jar) gives the dish a more authentic flavour. Not that I would know for sure, never having been to Italy, but having an Italian neighbour who bottles her own tomatoes has given me inklings to say the least! It is a little like armchair travel, experiencing one of her meals. As close to Tuscany as I'll get for the moment.
I must tell you the funniest thing that had me in near tears this morning...a sighting of a woman jogging in a tin foil suit! It struck me as hilarious for whatever reason, I wasn't laughing at the woman (no way!) but the idea of "cooking"yourself while exercising. Like a wrapped up hot dog goin' for a jog-a-roo! I applaud the trailblazers like Tinny. At least she is out tackling the world and her health. Those who know me know I love to laugh...and it doesn't take much. I prefer happy over any other emotion. {Especially when something is so childishly funny you nearly wet your knickers over it.}
Sans tin foil suits, we walked through the woods this week, the trilliums are in bloom all over and the towering maples and firs wove us a warm shelter in the tapestry of our afternoon. I live to be surrounded by green. Give me a forest anyday. Better yet, a forest on a mountainside beside the sea and I'm in my personal heaven. :)
I bought a few ivy plants for my kitchen window today. I have to have climbing plants around me. Insense and climbing plants. Plants on the window sill are so '70's.
Oh I love the look our parents homes had in the mid '70's...those my age or older (ahem) would remember with a fondness the macrame plant holders, teak furniture and low lines. Such things as large green bottles that collected wine corks were also all the rage, and rightly so. How time has flown since those Buster Brown days. That was back in the special days, when you ran out of money on a Saturday night, and that was it my friends until the bank opened at 10 am on Monday morning. No automated machines to spit the cash out at you. Once the wallet was empty, that was the end of it. My kids don't believe me when I tell my funny stories of no bank machines. They roll their eyes and laugh. I love that, they get silly. That's life giving.
Those '70's days were just so simple and joyous and organic and energizing. Today's technology can just wear you down...too much of it takes away from our real lives. We need to step back outside to that joyous green place. Tin foil or no tin foil...we need to just go! {Alternatively...maybe disco your way out the door.} Thanks Lori. xo
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