Winter Blues

Color is hard to come by in the city in the winter, until, it seems, you stumble into it accidentally, fully and completely. 

Thank you to the Home Depot Garden center...! Thank you to the baskets of citrus in the Associated Supermarket. Thank you to the warm glow of candles on the table, even to the deep browns of a bread loaf and the white branches of the beech tree across the street. 

Oh what a grim march it can be, oh how important the cuts of sun through the curtain, the moments of mulchy quiet in a greenhouse.

I'm thirsty for color that you might want to drape yourself in. 

BLOG DREAM FOR 2015

Okay! This is something I'm going to actually try to do. Could it be possible that I only need to try harder? Care less or care more? 

Heavy snow on the walk from the subway to work today dressed New York up in its best look. Someone came in for their coffee and said happily, "New York is not a sunshine city." They were correct. The snow accumulated on my hat and scarf and made everything look exquisite for five minutes, and when I came down through the trapdoor to hang up my coat the head cook said "oh look, a snowman." Morning miracles. 


This winter has been full of light so far, with beautiful birthdays and a new apartment to arrange and rearrange and rearrange again and a whole new set of cooking accoutrements that came in this great package deal along with my new roommate. More light to come, I hope. I'd like to document the changes as they unfold.


Join me if you'd like. I'm going to try to post semi-regularly. Or should I have a goal? Once a week?


 maybe take a moment to think about whatever place it is that makes you feel like this: 

and then get back to bracing yourself against the cold. sweet hearts. see you around here. 


xx h