For the first time this year it has felt like winter and I'm taking a break, except from Haiku Fridays, to read books, poetry, take pictures, go to bed early and reevaluate what's important.
Local food is still important. The farmers' markets have been stormy and I wouldn't miss them for anything. I ate a mandarinkuat for the first time and it was inauguration day 2009 good! If you can find one don't hesitate to make it yours.
Reducing plastic continues to occupy my mind too. I've cancelled the daily delivery of the paper and opted for Sunday only. One plastic bag a week instead of six. And no more plastic produce bags! Nada, zip, zero. Three months ago I wouldn't have believed it possible.
The worm bin was a year old and they eat more than ever and still make noise. I love them.
The cute guy and I ate at a new restaurant where the waiter, unasked, told the table where the fish came from, "local". And how it was caught, "single line". I nearly kissed his hand and wanted everyone there to be our new best friends.
And every where I look I see simple beauty and great waste but I need a time out from the words. I need to clean my house, go for a walk, plant seeds, talk to people, bake bread.
It will be spring with more words soon enough.
In the meantime, be well and know about the fish you eat.