Eton Mess

Strawberry Eton Mess via Country Days by Rhoda Parry

I have always found everything about this dessert fascinating, from the name to the ingredients – though I confess to having actually tasted it only in my dreams.

I plan to remedy that, one day very soon.

Because seriously, can one ever have too much double cream?

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Ouch.

“To require perfection is to invite paralysis. The pattern is predictable: as you see error in what you have done, you steer your work toward what you imagine you can do perfectly. You cling ever more tightly to what you already know you can do – away from risk and exploration, and possibly further from the work of your heart. You find reasons to procrastinate, since to not work is to not make mistakes.” ~from Art and Fear: The Perils (and Rewards) of Artmaking, by David Bayles and Ted Orlund.



And this is love

“A part of kindness consists in loving people more than they deserve.” ~Joseph Joubert


On being alone, but not lonely

“But solitude was nearly always at my command, somewhere in the garden or somewhere in my house.” ~C.S. Lewis


Truth.

But if no one among us is capable of governing himself, then who among us has the capacity to govern someone else? ~Ronald Reagan


April Rise

 

If ever I saw blessing in the air
I see it now in this still early day
Where lemon-green the vaporous morning drips
Wet sunlight on the powder of my eye.

Blown bubble-film of blue, the sky wraps round
Weeds of warm light whose every root and rod
Splutters with soapy green, and all the world
Sweats with the bead of summer in its bud.

If ever I heard blessing it is there
Where birds in trees that shoals and shadows are
Splash with their hidden wings and drops of sound
Break on my ears their crests of throbbing air.

Pure in the haze the emerald sun dilates,
The lips of sparrows milk the mossy stones,
While white as water by the lake a girl
Swims her green hand among the gathered swans.

Now, as the almond burns its smoking wick,
Dropping small flames to light the candled grass;
Now, as my low blood scales its second chance,
If ever world were blessed, now it is.

 

(by Laurence Edward Alan Lee)


On Bliss

“For me it is sufficient to have a corner by my hearth, a book and a friend, and a nap undisturbed by creditors or grief.” ~Fernandez de Andrada