Smidgins of vegetable waste in a pile bring joy.
As fellow blogger janeishly commented, "Klutz gardening is just an indication of your subconscious knowing where stuff will grow. Honest." I don't have to take her word for it, because I already know this to be true. I have racked up numerous instances of klutz gardening over the years, although these have seldom been documented.... Continue Reading →
When I was about five I saw cocktail pickled onions in a jar for the first time. I remember asking my mother why they were so white.
Frames of reference, frames of mind, reframing, change your mindset, change your mind, mind how you change. Reframe your philosophy if you are a philosopher. Aren't we all philosophers? I don't know. What I do know is that the above image featuring a frame of sorts that reflected my frame of mind when I made... Continue Reading →