Wanderlust. When it gets just warm enough and you have to jump off of high things into wet things with your best ones. Get it? Got it. Good. Let’s roll.
Today, the Thon heads south.
So, a gift from Deke: the best starting-out-on-a-roadtrip-song I’ve heard since “Stranger in a Strange Land”.
image: from McKay’s holga, Smills in the water, me in the air, last summer, Oregon.
Chalk it up to multiple childhood readings of The Secret Garden, but I’ve always felt a kinship with plants. If you read this, you might have gathered that the dried up dead ole plant lurking in the brightest but apparently-not-bright-enough corner of my basement brownstone was making me feel dried up, ole, dead, and stuck in a dark corner. Just like when my college roommate killed my orchid by mistakenly watering it with vodka, the symbolism doesn’t go too deep there. After writing about the dying plant, I left the house to go to a meeting and returned to find Sweetheart had populated the window with two new, very green, very alive plants. The next day, it’s warm enough to have the windows open, the breeze is coming in bringing tidings of adventure, and it’s bright enough in here (at least for now) for the prisms I have hanging hopefully between the window bars like a hipster Polyanna to yield little rainbows. Sometimes all it takes is a little green and a little light.
With the purple carrots, rainbow chard, and def beets that have been showing their true colors on the shelf at the Co-op, this awesome food-color-chart is right on time:
Bring on Spring!
Miraculous curry-alls and inscrutable mushroom mysteries courtesy of the brilliant Renee (you might remember her spot-on gingerbread brownstone).
The Exercise: I feel wanderlust when you start to think about the temperature rising and the slant of the sun as the world opens itself wide because even though this has been the most wild winter in memory it’s still left an early-dark melancholy down deep in the bones.
Sunglasses on, let’s go.
Thanks to Meags for The Feeling Wheel.
This plant in my apartment:
Makes me feel like this plant from E.T.:
Either spring needs to hurry up and get here or I’m going to have to phone home and get the hell out of here on a flying bike.
image from here (seriously ET is the best, I cried).
The amazing Soweto Gospel Choir is playing a FREE SHOW tonight in Fort Greene! It’s through Carnegie Hall’s “community sings” program, so the whole crowd just might get involved. If you’re in the hood, stop by for Reubens at our house before (fresh made corned beef and house-baked-rye bread)… now thatsa New York.
Details:
Emmanuel Baptist Church (that’s where this was happening on marathon day)
7:30
279 Lafayette Avenue (at Washington Avenue)
Brooklyn, NY 11238
Feather By Feather 