Saturday, May 15, 2010

Good. Yep.

I'm finding a place in the universe to put everything from these past weeks; there's a tiny flower/herb plot out front that is slowly filling with new life: violas, mint, thyme, sage, parsley, heliotrope, sage, +++. New ferns begin to sprout chartreuse fronds in the shady side-yard, and delicate silvery lamium glints in the dapples of sunlight which find a path through viburnum. A chicadee, an Oregon junco, a pair of Stellar's jays. The racoons make their nightly trek across the deck, and the cats -- inside -- go mad with snarls and hissing, gravelly gutteral growls which bring their own dissonant music to our home.

The fragrance of Indian cuisine scents the kitchen tonight: such olifactory magic in cardamom, cinnamom, garam masala, turmeric, onion, jalapenos, bay leaves, mustard seed. I found some dainty Rex sole at Uwajimaya and I've rubbed them with lemon, chili powder, etc., and they are sizzling under the broiler's fierce coil. The stovetop simmers with basmati rice and dhal; a pinot grigio chills in the refrigerator.

As my son Nelson wrote on facebook:
It's all good. The good, the bad, all of it: it's all good.
(Editing by, ahem, moi.)


  1. It sounds all good to me too.

    Enjoy. Cro.

  2. Okay, that's another post of yours to print off and put on my fridge. Thank you T Clear. And I will have to cook Indian tonight.... and get onto that garden of mine...

  3. Mary, you are far too kind! My husband has been noticing comments from you and Claire, and said that I'm going to have to plan a trip to NZ to meet my new friends! Perhaps one day....

  4. Please do come and see us, T! We would welcome you and Paul. (And if you don't come this way, there's always the possibility of a trip to the US?)
    L, C x