Today is a perfect Bay Area gem: warm, no fog looming, and the garden flourishing.
I wandered out to feed the chickens and was seduced by the first English peas fat enough to pick. I pulled up a few scallions, cut some spinach, and added a few springs of basil and tarragon from the labyrinth. The hens contributed their miraculous eggs. A tortilla from the store, an Early Girl tomato from the farmers’ market, and voila:
Along with the NY Times, it made a perfect start to match the day. Larry added a quote from Kant (from a Jim Grant book review in yesterday’s WSJ):
“Out of timber so crooked as that from which man is made, nothing entirely straight can ever be carved.”
I wonder if that was partly the inspiration for Auden’s: “You shall love your crooked neighbor/With your crooked heart”?
My own crooked heart is, for the moment, replete and ready to tackle the Book Review, which is waiting for me at the edge of the photo.