"Ohh Michigan" is one of the most over-used expressions of *sigh* of "I'm sick of college/Calvin/here/what you will," but I am using it as a phrase of endearment. The trees are on fire here. Flaming. Is it really October though? The trees are on fire AND the sun rays are wrapping around my skin as though it were a mild summer day. The trees are on fire and not all the flowers have withered or dropped--color, color, color. It is so simple, so ritual, and so irrevocably necessary to the cultivating of awe to pause and note.
If I were to wind up living here, and I would muchover prefer it to Los Angeles, my yard would be boardered with mixed wildflowers, tangled and tripping over one another with dandelions on the less trampled but always ragged lawn. The backyard would no doubt have a garden. And I would never miss ArtPrize. (I did not, unfortunately, make it down this year, and am very sorry for it.) This city is not a big, hopping, dynamic city, me han dicho, and suberbia is, suberbia, but it looses its monotony without overembellishment where the wild things grow near the soccer fields, in unminded lawns, in art.
The Farmer's Market again has done me well. Chard, swiss chard, was my splurge purchase, and it was delicious. 1 Tablespoon olive oil, 1 clove garlic, red pepper flakes, sautéed; 1 T water, a bunch of chopped chard, salt, added and mixed and covered about 4 minutes, served with fresh out of the oven, homemade pugliese bread (altered: half whole wheat flour, some corn meal, and white flour). MMMMMM!!!
If I were to wind up living here, and I would muchover prefer it to Los Angeles, my yard would be boardered with mixed wildflowers, tangled and tripping over one another with dandelions on the less trampled but always ragged lawn. The backyard would no doubt have a garden. And I would never miss ArtPrize. (I did not, unfortunately, make it down this year, and am very sorry for it.) This city is not a big, hopping, dynamic city, me han dicho, and suberbia is, suberbia, but it looses its monotony without overembellishment where the wild things grow near the soccer fields, in unminded lawns, in art.
