Now that Autumn is in full swing, pink and yellow don’t bloom from nearby neighborhood gardens anymore. However, during one of my many walks this summer, I thoroughly enjoyed the sight of these pink and yellow flowers.
Their name escapes me (or was never there to begin with…).
So I’ll just call these the Fun Flowers of the Day. 🙂 Unless someone can fill me in.
Happy Thursday everyone! Hang in there. Here’s hoping that the next time these flowers are in bloom, life will be back to the “normal” we used to know.
V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #100: Pause (...long enough to quiet the noise…)
I find this to be a congruous set of challenges happening in the same week. In particular, V.J.’s subtext to the topic of Pause…about quieting the noise. There has been way too much noise for me lately – on a personal level – more than I can often handle and process like I did “before.” To focus during the day. To sleep at night.
At the same time, I recognize the need for information, education – and change. All the noise urgently and justifiably vies for our collective public attention simultaneously. Ignited by fear. Anger. Not being heard. Not being properly informed.
I have no answers for any of this. I am just one single person among millions who are worried, tired and anxious. Many have more concerns than I do. Many have less.
Let’s try to get out of our own heads and pause. Take time to listen and hear and read what others have to say. With open minds. Whether it be the scientists with news about the pandemic and what to do next. Or our fellow citizens protesting for justice and racial equality. Or even the politicians who will shape policy – one way or the other. Let’s reflect. Reach within for empathy. And…again…listen.
And…make a commitment to get out and vote when the time comes.
What does this have to do with One Single Flower?
A mass of flowers draws my attention briefly. After a while they blend in together. In the relative quiet of the walking path.
But the single flower…the one tiny flower among many? That’s what stops me.
The one all alone “out standing in its field” as if to say Look at me! I’m important too!
Fun fact – the grocery stores may run out of regular plain wheat flour, but around here they don’t run out of gluten free flour!
People may be desperate to bake, but lucky for me, apparently not that desperate.
So, armed with “Bob’s Red Mill Gluten Free 1 to 1 Baking Flour” and a multitude of other ingredients, I tackled a complicated – but exceptionally delicious – corn muffin recipe this past week.
Since being diagnosed with celiac disease in 2009, my expectations for success in baking have nosedived…using recipes with as few steps as possible. However I made an exception after my daughter introduced these muffins to me several years ago. I was hooked.
They do have a strange expensive ingredient…Crème Fraîche…which can take a bit of searching in the dairy aisle. The container I had bought last month was still sitting in the refrigerator…its expiration date fast approaching.
And it proved to be what moved me to action as the rain poured outside and the light was low.
Having-something-to-use-up is a powerful motivator.
Baking kept my mind off the latest surreal news of the day…with delicious results.
Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of you earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember? …Why don’t you reach back into your own archives and highlight a post that you wrote on this very date in a previous year?
This post is from February 21, 2019
inspired by Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Texture
(The Super Bowl…my, what a difference a year makes…)
Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge – Texture
Some textures just say Crunch. As well as Deliciousness.
As they did amid the whooping and hollering and cheering during the Super Bowl game a few weeks ago. With friends. In front of the television. Wearing the appropriate team gear.
Such textures were necessary stress relievers during this momentous game watching experience.
I’m the type of person one might call “directionally challenged.” The one who exits her hotel room and turns the wrong way to the elevator or stairs…over and over. Or uses a map for the first 3 months to get to a new job 20 minutes away.
I suppose I should be proud to admit this is NOT a result of aging. Just ask my friend V from high school. Once it took us over an hour driving up and down Route 17 (or was it Route 4) in NJ trying to get from the Bergen Mall to the Garden State Plaza. At night. Ending up in hysterics at a gas station somewhere in between. I think we eventually gave up.
GPS was a dream come true, even if it came much too late for my formative driving years.
However…vanishing lines in a public place when I have a destination in mind continues to be a challenge. And can still trigger some anxiety. Potentially leading me in the wrong direction. Especially when I’m walking.
Case in point: One January day in Boston, Massachusetts. My husband, two friends and I exited the Park Street subway station on the way to P.F. Chang’s before a visit to the Museum of Fine Arts.
We headed across Boston Common. Strangely enough, on a Monday, it was practically deserted. So many paths. So many exits.
If I had been alone, who knows which way I would have gone…
Too many vanishing lines leading somewhere.
How would I choose which one?
This post inspired by Fandango’s Friday Flashback – January 17
Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of your earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember?..Why don’t you reach back into your own archives and highlight a post that you wrote on this very date in a previous year?
This post is from January 17, 2019 in response to a Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge
(I am happy to report that this book store is still going strong…)
I am happy to report…at least in the town I live in, there is a living, breathing…book store!
Alive and well for decades. Selling books, magazines, greeting cards, note cards and all sorts of fun reading paraphernalia. For adults and children alike. Browsers welcome. Book signings. Book Groups.
Surviving as an actual independent book store in this digital and Amazon age is admirable. And a testament to Shop Local.