RainbowDawn of Shadow

[ismo]

I was just getting up as the sun was rising (rather late these days!) and noticed how beautiful the sunrise was. Pink and gold dappled clouds were spreading up from the horizon in the east to the zenith. So I came downstairs and opened the shades to the front window that faces west, and behold--a rainbow in the western clouds! At first it was just a stub, like a pillar of colored fire shooting up out of the trees beyond the houses across the street. But I kept watching, and it gradually grew and extended itself until there was a complete arc. I was standing out in the driveway in my pjs to see better, and a guy was walking his dog, apparently oblivious to it, so I called out to him "Did you see the rainbow?" and pointed. He looked up and did a double take. Then our neighbor Irish came out to get the paper, and we pointed it out to him. He went back inside and got his wife and youngest daughter, and they also came out and marveled. By this time, there was a second rainbow outside the first, less brilliant but still beautiful, like an echo. I sat in the dining room to drink my tea so I could keep gazing at it, until finally the light faded and the rainbow vanished in an instant, as it started to rain for real. But THEN, just as I was about to turn away, along came a row of seven proud and enormous wild turkeys, and strutted their way in parade across our front yard and between the houses into Robert's back yard.

I don't know what happened on this day, but obviously something that marked it as memorable and to be celebrated. I tell you what, we in Revelations, honey.

We put on some clothes and went to the farmers market. I was thinking we'd get some apples, eggs, some kind of vegetables, and maybe a pumpkin. But, as usual, I got carried away. I have a soft spot for the young, dewy-eyed and dirty-fingered organic farmers. At one stand I got a mammoth stalk of brussels sprouts, two fat leeks, some dill, some leaf lettuce, and a bunch of golden beets topped with amazing lush greens. I also have a soft spot for the weathered older farm ladies. We saw our favorite person at Crane Dance and bought a chicken, some ham, and some kielbasa from her, and from another farm woman, I got my complement of Northern Spies, which are finally in, and some Honeycrisps for eating. Aaand we also got a loaf of rye bread, some mushrooms, a pound of Jacob's Cattle beans and some einkorn flour, which I've never tried baking with before, although it is all the rage. And two ears of sweet corn, the last of the year, I imagine, and a dozen eggs. And a pumpkin so tremendous I could hardly carry it. I wondered if I was going to make it. At my age, I often start out to do some foolhardy thing I would once have gotten away with easily, but halfway through, I'm going "Ooh, is this actually going to happen or not??"

I cooked the beet greens for dinner, along with the leftover chicken and rice, and the sweet corn. The way I like to do it is to cut the stems off the greens and chop them up, and soften them in the pan with some oil and a chopped onion. Then I put the chopped greens in and simmer it, adding random seasonings, in this case soy sauce, balsamic vinegar, and a little maple syrup. It's amazing what a small dish of greens result from a big bunch, once they're cooked. Definitely a success.

Comments

retail therapy

[siriosa]

at the farmar is the only valid retail therapy.
just as "it's not hoarding if it's books" is the only valid position on that topic.

you are rich! it has been revealed that you will go through farmar leaving a trail of happiness. also bringing some home.

(i have a folding wheeled milk crate for farmar, in case i find myself in need of 4 pomelos and a couple butternut squash.)

Re: retail therapy

[ismo]

Haha, yes, it's the only form of shopping where I never feel any buyer's remorse! And it also doesn't cause clutter that needs to be taken to Goodwill later. I feel super rich every time I visit the market. Causing happiness while having a good time is the best way.

[oracne]

I love having a bay window facing east. I see glorious sunrises; my phone pictures can never match up.

[ismo]

I think the mark of a really brilliant photographer, with a great lens, is that they can make you see in the picture what you would have seen if you'd been there. Most photos can't capture all that your eye sees, so they're kind of like notes on the view that remind you of it. I still like them for that purpose, though.

[oracne]

Yes. This.