April 19, 2017
April 21, 2016
“The Dandelion’s pallid tube
Astonishes the Grass,
And Winter instantly becomes
An infinite Alas —
The tube uplifts a signal Bud
And then a shouting Flower, —
The Proclamation of the Suns
That sepulture is o’er.”
— Emily Dickinson
April 3, 2016
I mowed the lawn for the first time this year, a multi-sensory experience. I love the smell of freshly mown grass and the sound of the mower itself — both seem to be symbolic of spring and the long days of summer.
This is also the time of year when I try to dig out all of the dandelions that have rooted in the yard over the winter. I know they are considered weeds for the determined way they take over the lawn, but I do think they are awfully pretty, too.
by Vachel Lindsay
O dandelion, rich and haughty,
King of village flowers!
Each day is coronation time,
You have no humble hours.
I like to see you bring a troop
To beat the blue-grass spears,
To scorn the lawn-mower that would be
Like fate’s triumphant shears.
Your yellow heads are cut away,
It seems your reign is o’er.
By noon you raise a sea of stars
More golden than before.
July 24, 2012
“How wonderful yellow is. It stands for the sun.”
— Vincent Van Gogh
May 21, 2011
Sequim is one of my favorite destinations on the Olympic Peninsula. It lies in the rain shadow of the Olympic Mountains, so the weather is often sunnier than in Seattle. I love driving along the country roads surrounding the town. It’s still peaceful and rural. Later in summer, the lavender fields will be in bloom. I was there on a Saturday, when the local outdoor market opened for the season.
August 1, 2010
“Morning and evening, season by season, year after year we watch the sun rise and set, death and resurrection daily come and go, beginnings and endings follow one another without terror and without woe. We come to realize that we are simply small parts of a continuing creation, and we take hope and comfort and perspective from that.”
— from Wisdom Distilled from the Daily: Living the Rule of St. Benedict Today by Joan Chittister, OSB
Nature can be another catalyst for contemplation. Here are some photos taken during my contemplative walks around the grounds of St. John’s University:
“We have to learn to be mindful that creation belongs to God and we have only been put here as its keepers.”
— from Wisdom Distilled from the Daily by Joan Chittister, OSB
March 26, 2010
I found a recipe for Stir-Fried Dandelions in Plant Seed, Pull Weed by Geri Larkin. It’s no trouble for me to forage for dandelions. They would grow rampant in our lawn if I did not attack them each spring. I decided to try the recipe after my first weeding session this year.
The stir-fried roots may look like worms, but they tasted delicious. I’ll make them again.
from Plant Seed, Pull Weed by Geri Larkin
2 – 3 handfuls of cleaned dandelion roots, sliced like tiny carrot sticks
4 Tbsp sesame oil (or Canola)
1 tsp cayenne pepper
5 cloves garlic, shopped
1 small onion, chopped into thin slices
1/4 c sesame seeds (I did not have these, so omitted them)
Steam roots until tender, about 10 minutes. Drain and saute in the sesame oil with the garlic, onions and pepper. Add the sesame seeds at the end, when everything is glistening and hot.
Serve over long, thin buckwheat noodles or rice or couscous.