We roasted the chicken in quarters over carrots, apricots, and small potatoes with orange and rosemary; we had last-minute challah served on the boards that my brother and I decorated in elementary school; my niece was very proud of making the roux for the spinach. We had honeycake and macaroons and clementines and apples and honey. Here we are again to see this season, still. The gates are open and the book is still in the writing. A sweet year, please, a joyous and a just one. L'shanah tovah, all.
Links
Page Summary
Active Entries
- 1: I might fail math if you don't move your shoulder
- 2: My old body that you buried with the mud and the timber
- 3: With life and so much loss, time has weighted us
- 4: Out in space, coast to coast
- 5: Like a sprig of yarrow caught in the dark
- 6: The moon still rises on everybody else
- 7: To the green field by the sea
- 8: Eating cereal, remembering the sky
- 9: We'll tell you of a blossom and of buds on every tree
- 10: Am I lost inside my mind?
Style Credit
- Style: Classic for Refried Tablet by
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
zvi and
Expand Cut Tags
No cut tags