Monday, July 25, 2011

There were castles in the mountains.









"I read there that all things live by a generous power and dance to a mighty tune; or I read there that all things are scattered and hurled, that our every arabesque and grand jeté is a frantic variation on our one free fall...

...It has always been a happy thought to me that the creek runs on all night, new every minute, whether I wish it or know it or care, as a closed book on a shelf continues to whisper to itself its own inexhaustible tale."
-Annie Dillard (Pilgrim at Tinker Creek)

I've been reading Pilgrim at Tinker Creek, and Annie Dillard's description of the natural world, and our relationship to it, have been stopping me in my tracks.

I'm moving into Anchorage soon, into the cutest little house, and we've been looking into getting a flock of laying hens. I've been planning out the coop and where we can buy the ladies. We visited JM's friend who has a full garden and 8 chickens, and we came home with the little ivory egg in the picture, as well as a grocery-bag full of lettuce and carrots and zucchini (that we promptly made into this).

Mountains that look like castles, and pancakes with percolated coffee, and swimming in the lake in the early mornings. Today is a steady drizzle of rain, but I made this roasted tomato soup and seeded flat bread and we drove around looking for apple orchards last night.