Beauty is in the small kindnesses that are unexpected, the poignant transitions and sweetness of life and leaving that bring us more into the present, grateful to have loved and lived.
Fava beans. A common sight on Florentine tables in May eaten with pecorino cheese, and in this recipe with fellow spring vegetables of artichokes and peas. [Read more…]
Waking up to a new day can sometimes be joyful, sometimes groggy, sometimes neither here nor there. I wake up slowly, with a state of mind that is not quite ready for the world. My impetus is to stay connected to the dreamy state, awake.
This morning, I ease into a bowl of plain yogurt. It speaks for itself. I don’t need to do anything, yet it sits there like a blank canvass. The tiny wild strawberries that I bought at the mercato sant’Ambrogio yesterday, spoke to me as I walked by the stall, looking like a wallflower, the last basket of the day. “We are only here a short while you know, we are very rare.” Any thing will talk to you if you listen closely enough. [Read more…]