summer pt4

she's my sister:

summer pt3

the arts:

(guest bathroom)

summer pt2

the culinary side:

or at least the dishes I took pictures of...

you know better than anyone, it's the recipes that you make up yourself that are the best.

spinach pasta

lemon bread and apple strudel (capon style)

coffee

cookies/blondies/brownies/cakes etc.

breadsticks

soft pretzels

summer pt1

Over Christmas break Marissa and I painted our bathroom (changing it from the lime green to more subtle blue and brown). It was painted, but not finished. I finally got the stripes up and curtains done.

East Coker (second quartet)

~T.S. Eliot

The wounded surgeon plies the steel

That questions the distempered part;

Beneath the bleeding hands we feel

The sharp compassion of the healer's art

Resolving the enigma of the fever chart.

Our only health is the disease

If we obey the dying nurse

Whose constant care is not to please

But to remind of our, and Adam's curse,

And that, to be restored, our sickness must grow worse.

The whole earth is our hospital

Endowed by the ruined millionaire,

Wherein, if we do well, we shall

Die of the absolute paternal care

That will not leave us, but prevents us everywhere.

The chill ascends from feet to knees,

The fever sings in mental wires.

If to be warmed, then I must freeze

And quake in frigid purgatorial fires

Of which the flame is roses, and the smoke is briars.

The dripping blood our only drink,

The bloody flesh our only food:

In spite of which we like to think

That we are sound, substantial flesh and blood--

Again, in spite of that, we call this Friday good.

from the abundance of my heart

34. expectation of new and old friends coming to stay this week

35. gold, charcoal, diamond jewelry

36. little blonde friends

37. ankle-length skirts that swish

38. brothers who make me remember life's not about me

39. a sister who is always down for talking with me

40. reading books to strengthen and challenge me walk with the Lord

41. mint ice cream

42. orange nail polish