Planted on Earth Day, just one week ago et voilà! Look what happened.
Now please help by thinking “Pesto! Pesto! Pesto!” to help these basil babies along.
All together now, “Pesto!….Pesto!….”
Planted on Earth Day, just one week ago et voilà! Look what happened.
Now please help by thinking “Pesto! Pesto! Pesto!” to help these basil babies along.
All together now, “Pesto!….Pesto!….”





I can’t quite figure out why this tree looks strange to me, but those roots just don’t see, right. Gnarled is okay, but somehow these things seem stunted and awfully white.
This seems an issue of expectation, don’t you think? Tree roots are supposed to have certain qualities and when they don’t, well, it’s difficult to feel good about them.
What might that say about how we feel about other people? Any issues with expectations in relationships?


The other day I posted a picture of crocuses just starting to bud. Today when I went out, I saw that the first bud had found lots of friends. I realize that the March (and even April) snows may yet come but for this moment I am thankful for these gentle reminders that under the brown soil there are stirrings of life preparing to emerge.
I turned and snapped this photo since it shows how little room there is to spare in old towns of Europe. It’s a constant amazement to me that big things can pass through small spaces…but they do. Isn’t that a wonder?
Water sources are interesting in foreign lands. I used to see water running freely from a pipe into a giant basin of some sort and people would come and fill containes then carry it off. And sometimes there would be something like this that where the water had to be turned on and then cut off automatically. This fountain was right outside the door of our first apartment in Antibes. Often people came and filled their water bottles or a dish for their mutt. A few folks that didn’t have a regular residence would wet a cloth and wash their faces and hands.
Running water is such a blessing that we take for granted.