Seasons and Schedules

Because it is now officially Spring where most of you are but officially Summer where I am and officially Fall somewhere else (March is weird!), there seems to be a lot of busy-ness around. I recently found this excerpt from a collection of essays about gardening. For those of us who are busy preparing for the weeks ahead — spring cleaning! taxes! graduations! the obligatory ‘vacation’ with the entire (extended) family at an out-of-town beach! (whew!) — it’s a gentle reminder to take a breather. 🙂

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Rained In

“The best kind of rain, of course, is a cozy rain. This is the kind the anonymous medieval poet makes me remember, the rain that falls on a day when you’d just as soon stay in bed a little longer, write letters or read a good book by the fire, take early tea with hot scones and jam and look out the streaked window with complacency.”

~ Susan Allen Toth in England For All Seasons

Cozy rainy Sundays are best, I think. The Mr. made chicken congee and it was so good, I had two bowlfuls of it. Now, I’m nursing a cup of coffee and might start on ‘Elizabeth Street’ as soon as I get the dogs to stop barking, heh.

How do you spend a rainy day like this?

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So let any man who has drunk too deeply of the cup of pleasure, or given to work a notable portion of the time which should belong to sleep; who finds his wit temporarily losing its edge, the atmosphere humid, time dragging, the air hard to breathe, or who is tortured by a fixed idea which robs him of all freedom of thought;  let such a man administer to himself a good pint of ambered chocolate … and he will see wonders.

~ Jean Anthelme Brillat-Savarin, in Pleasures of the Table

No, I am not that tired, haha, but gaaah, it is humid where I am.

I got that hot choco from Camiguin. I’ve been having it for breakfast for a few days now and I’m getting heart palpitations, ack! Now my mother would say hot choco made from the tablea (tablets of pure cacao or cocoa powder) from Bicol is richer and I’m not arguing with her because she might harumph and garumph and refuse to prepare it this Christmas as she always does, haha.

Where do you get yours and how do you like to enjoy it? (I won’t tell my mother, I promise.) 🙂