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Early Walk

Early Walk

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There was time for an early walk this morning, a chilly start to a day that has already warmed considerably. But a few hours ago, I bundled up and crunched along the gravel berm, thinking about the hours soon to be unfolding.

It had been a while since I walked early, preferring the lunch-time stroll when temperatures are below freezing. But with warmer air and earlier dawns, that is shifting.

The day is different when you walk in the morning. It stretches out endlessly and without complications.  At noontime, the work of the day is very much in my mind. But the morning belongs to the half-awake brain and the thoughts that weave in and out of it.

Robins in Winter

Robins in Winter

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Yesterday I watched two plump robins hop around the backyard by the witch hazel tree. It was the first in a string of warming days, and it would have been tempting to see them as harbingers of spring. But I’ve been seeing robins off and on all winter, stepping out of the house into air brisk enough to tickle my nose only to hear their distinctive spring-like sound. 

So I did what any self-respecting modern person would do. I googled “robins in winter?” in hopes of learning that their presence in January meant warmer days would soon be here. 

Ah no, it meant nothing of the sort. The “first robin of spring” saying, at least in these parts, is just a saying.  Robins winter in these climes, so seeing them doesn’t mean much of anything. 

But what I learned warmed the heart if not the fingers and toes. In cold months, robins are much more likely to be found in large flocks. They have learned to stick together when the pickings are slim. Would that we humans could follow their example. 

(Photo: Wikipedia)

The Point of ‘PossibiliDay’

The Point of ‘PossibiliDay’

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Today is International Woman’s Day, one of the 31 days that comprise Women’s History Month, and one of many observation days we celebrate at Winrock International.

It is also a day I dubbed “PossibiliDay” back in 2017, when I’d been at my then-new job almost a year and was celebrating the freedom of my new work and an awakening to the power of possibility. 

This year, March 8 feels far more International Woman’s Day than “PossibiliDay,” a fact I attribute to almost five years in this position, the last one spent working entirely at home. 

But this is okay, I tell myself. Because the point of “PossibiliDay” is not to mark it every year. It’s to remember that possibilities lurk where we least expect them — and to take heart from that fact. 

Cake for No Reason

Cake for No Reason

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It was near the end of a fascinating Zoom book group conversation — which moved from the book itself to a discussion of memoir — that one of us mentioned having just sampled the best white cake ever. 

Baking the perfect white cake is something of a holy grail for me, the attempt to duplicate the most delectable wedding cake-like texture, dense and fine of crumb. I don’t have much time to devote to this quest, but I have experimented with several recipes over the years and was delighted to have another one to try. 

When I saw the King Arthur Flour “Tender White Cake” recipe I was immediately encouraged. I had all the ingredients in my pantry and fridge — or so I thought; it turned out I was missing almond extract. But a quick stop at the grocery store remedied that, which is how I found myself up to my elbows in flour and sugar at the end of a long work week. 

Thanks to my power mixer, though, I was able to cream the unsalted butter with the (sad to say not King Arthur brand) flour, add one egg white at a time, and finally whip in the cup of yogurt laced with vanilla and almond extracts. 

The cake was as exquisite as advertised, with a rich, old-fashioned flavor that my mother would have said reminded her of a cake my Aunt Mary made. Beyond the taste, though, was the experience.  It was fun to bake a cake for no reason — that is, for no reason other than the cake itself. 

In Praise of Clippings

In Praise of Clippings

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This morning’s newspaper included an article about books on D.C. I did what I do with all helpful articles I think I might want to read again — pulled it out and saved it. 

We live in a digital era, but you wouldn’t know that by looking at my files. They are stuffed full of newspaper and magazine clippings, everything from recipes to book reviews to especially fetching columns I want to read again. They are messy and unwieldy — but essential, too.

I could find the same articles and bookmark them on my computer. But there’s something to be said for the physical presence of the article itself. For the touch of the paper,  complete with ripped edges and, sometimes, with notes I scribbled in the margin. 

Clippings are outdated, I suppose. But I keep them around. They are tangible reminders of the ideas they hold. 

Up in a Tree

Up in a Tree

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Oh, how I love to climb up in a tree
Up in the air so blue
I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a guy could do
Scaling the trunk and sawing the branch
Till I can see all ’round
Hoping I’m belted and harnessed all right
So they’ll catch me if I fall down!
Till I get back to the Earth again
Back where the chipper chips
The homeowners cheer when I’m in the clear
Don’t they know, I never slip?!
(With apologies to Robert Louis Stevenson.) 

Moonlight Sonata

Moonlight Sonata

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I learned from today’s Writer’s Almanac that Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata was published on this day in 1802. This means that for 219 years young pianists — and those who live with them — have been tortured by this piece.

Even now, I can thrum the fingerings on the desk. The first few bars of the first movement of Moonlight Sonata along with the opening of Beethoven’s Fur Elise may well be the last knowledge to leave my brain. Yes, it’s that bad. 

I wore an aqua-colored dress with a white collar at the recital where I performed Moonlight Sonata. And I think I performed it relatively mistake-free. 

My teacher was unorthodox, so recitals were mercifully few and far between. But of the handful I had, on at least one or two occasions I had to start over when mistakes derailed me. 

Moonlight Sonata was not one of those times, though … because it was then and forever will be, embedded in my brain. 

(Title page of the first edition, courtesy Wikipedia)

Steady and Clear

Steady and Clear

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When I woke at 5:40, morning had begun. It was seeping in around the window shades and filling the room not with light but with something that wasn’t darkness, either.  A vague shift of shadow, a sharper awareness of shapes.

I lay there a while, thinking it was still dark enough to sleep and that would also be a good way to start a Tuesday, also, perhaps better than jumping out of bed. But the morning won out. There was an insistence to it: Come on, get up. What are you waiting for?

Once downstairs, the morning fulfilled its promise, putting out a steady clear light from the east, which I stationed myself to watch by sitting in the big blue chair. It’s been a light fest ever since, a treat we can continue to enjoy as days lengthen and expand. 

A long winter, an even longer year. The light is welcome. 

March Mizzles

March Mizzles

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March begins with low skies and sodden soil, with raindrops pinging puddles. The ground is full of water; it can hold no more. But still the rain falls. It follows the snow and the sleet and the freezing rain, all of which left their mark. 

Last night’s drops drummed the roof. This morning’s precipitation ventures forth more vaguely. Will it shower? Will it drizzle? Perhaps it will remain indecisive — and mizzle.

In the meantime, moisture pools on sidewalks, beads on branches, saturates the air with mist and haze. If today were to dress for the weather, it would need a poncho and galoshes. 

Welcome, March. I hope you brought an umbrella. 

Wisdom from the Verse

Wisdom from the Verse

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As we continue through our second Lenten season of the Covid Era, I notice that today’s reading is the story of Abraham taking his son Isaac to the mountaintop to slaughter him. It’s never an easy Bible verse for me — or any parent — to hear. The amount of faith and obedience required is way beyond what I or, I hazard a guess, most of us, might have. 

But the story does come at a good time. With most of a penitential season still ahead of us, we could use a reminder of the power of faith to, if not move mountains, then come pretty close. Because, of course, Abraham is richly rewarded for his obedience. He is told that his descendants will be as numerous as the stars. 

Lent on top of Covid seems redundant. We are already giving up so much! I’ve struggled this year, as I did last, for a way to make the season meaningful. One of them is to keep up with the daily readings, to seek wisdom from the verses. This doesn’t always work … but sometimes it does.