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.
4 thoughts on “Sunday breakfast from the backyard”
The meal looks amazing!! Thanks for sharing, but hey, my mouth is watering now! I also appreciate Larry’s quotes about the crookedness of man/life. Leads us to be more understanding — nothing that is human is perfect. Crooked could just mean imperfect, which isn’t a bad thing at all.
Are you reviewing a book? What book is it?
Nevermind- I think you are going to read the book review, the same one that Larry read.
Yes–I was going to, and did, read the Sunday Book Review.