well today at least. it was a delirium of softness outside. a lunacy of wind and smell, laced with the fecundity of the oncoming season. the trees leaned against the gales and the grass dipped and everyone who stood outside was blown right through by it.
a person can do nothing against the impending spring in the mountains. it is not that we are starved for sunshine, for stillness or space. we don't lack variations in glittering planes, the sounds of the wild world or tiny people shaped gaps in the vice grip of relentless cold. frankly we are spoiled by climate-related niceties. but spring is Something for us mountain folks because every year we are convinced it will skip past us, and every year we are wrong.
and this morning, wearing an oversized pair of someone else's pants, a tangled braid, a few coffee stains down the front of a wool shirt and some narrowed eyes to brace the morning sharpness i was stunned and blown down the steps by warm and golden light. the dogs pointed their bodies against it, i rolled my sleeves up to welcome it, opened wide my eyes and swooned in the parking lot of our little building spilling coffee all over Daryl. he forgave me.
but the truth is in the air. while spring can hint at you, spear through the thawing loam and cause the aspen trees to let down little caterpillar lengths of fuzz as heralds of spring a mountain lady is never Sure spring will come until it blows into her and the dust and stillness of winter is blown out and back.
gold everywhere. and tomorrow, fittingly, the promise of snow.
in honor of Gold Day: two burnished golden challahs, a golden jar of daffodils (yes, i bought flowers, can you believe it? not usually my bag.), and a bowl of golden salad with some golden (well maybe that's pushing it ) viognier.
thank you (as usual) to Deborah Madison for her Vegetarian Cooking for Everyone which can provide exactly what one wants for dinner no matter what state one's belly is in.
this is a clean and bracing salad:
quinoa, jalapeño, lime, cumin, ginger, scallion, champagne mango (still preoccupied), and pressed tofu marinated in mirin, sesame, tamari and coconut oil and fried until, you guessed it, golden. i ate the majority of a two person portion while fussing over the crossword. all in all it was a proper solo-lady evening.
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