Running in the Rain with Daddy

A particular rainsymphony resonated me right back to Brucedale, where Daddy

used to call out, "It's raining! Let's go for a walk." I loved walking in the rain with Daddy. And I loved how tonight's rain invited me to run in it. And I love realizing that when Daddy and I used to walk in the rain, he was thirty. And that Susie and I, the prairie flowers, are now, ourselves, twice that age. Rain rains, time flies, and our ears remember every drop.

Havayeda 2010

It was amazing, seeing Sharon in Israel. Since she lived here as a twenty year old student, filled with youth and possibility and love of the land and the dream, she took on that same youthful energy while she was here. My life is rich, for having shared in Sharon's last Israel visit. In this land, footsteps are never erased.

Be My Valentine

I love you

I puv you

and I love today's sorbetto, between courses: an oh so refreshing lime, basil and mint sorbet.

Can I pen a line that isn't about salmon steamed in a bamboo basket with a whiff of lavender, or chocolate souffle filled with a cinnamon and chili scented ganache?

Can I talk of something other than the sun bouncing off the fountains and onto our patio tables by day, or the gentle candlelight glow over white tablecloths at night, and the interesting people from all over the world who come in to taste our cicchetti?

Can I talk of love? Of the sweet voices of Mommy and Daddy on the phone today, of reductionism and of the microcosm? What if, like William Carlos Williams, I have figured out that everything really does depend on the splash of campari in the red grapefruit sorbet, and that I now know more and more about less and less and will soon see the entire macrocosm in a single prism of sea salt glinting from my foccaccia?