Shrimp, Pasta and a Sublime Sunday: Beautiful Day for Snow

over 2 years ago (Edited)

Food may be essential as fuel for the body, but good food is fuel for the soul.Malcomb Forbes

Early this morning, barely at the break of dawn, big fluffy flakes os snow gently fell from the sky.It was beautiful, a lovely blanket almost covering the grass, which didn't ever mind, but, the flowers of spring protested. They were taken by surprise, the tulips were, but, the daffodile merely hung their heads. The wind blew and the gardens were covered, I couldn't even hear what was being said. I check out my little snowdrops and they stand tall, for they flourish in the flakes. Snowdrops like snowflakes. Who knew?

It is cold, it is wet, it is snowing. It feels like I need a fire to stoke my chill away. Where did this come from and what is it doing here? We have already started spring, and it is already March. I hear the wind and watch as it blows the white across the road. I feel the need to make something good for dinner tonight and pasta is always a good idea. With a shrimp appetizer, don't forget the wine. Just thinking about blows the joy right back into me.

My life is rich in most ways, yet it has a balance of things going on to me centered. It's not perfect and yet, perfection is so very overrated. We have discussed this to death, yes? If it were perfect, would it only be perfect for me, or can erfect mean something entirely different than what I find perfect?

I had a zoom meeting today for a presentation. On first glance, all I could see was how perfect it was, after all, I was being shown just how perfect it all was. The longer I sat there and listened, the more reality set in, I did not feel that the perfection was measured accurately. He felt good about what he was offereing, yet he was looking at it from a totally different perspective. He was viewing it as one that would benefit from the buy, I was looking at it from the standoint of not getting the value for the money.I decided that there was a workaround to this problem.

By the way, the pasta was almost perfect. From where I sat. :) Tomorrow it will be even better... What? When you cook pasta fresh, it sucks up a lot of water, but, when it is cooled down and reheated, it has already absorbed the moisture, the flavors are fully married up, and it tastes better to me.

Don't forget to spring forward before you got to bed tonight!

Daylight saving time, also known as daylight savings time or daylight time, and summer time, is the practice of advancing clocks during warmer months so that darkness falls at a later clock time. Date: Sun, Mar 13, 2022 – Sun, Nov 6, 2022

Most Americans don't like daylight savings time, but, the trend continues. We get lighter mornings as the kids head off to school, and darker evenings until spring catches up and we get to enjoy light on both ends of the day. We already have a dozen states that have passed legislation to stay with daylight saving time on a permanant basis. I lived in Arizona for a year and it was confusing to have some of the State spring forward and fall back and the others never changed. The Indian Reservations never change. Can we all get on the same page here? How do you feel about daylight savings time?

Today is a #BeautifulSunday by @Ace108, where we share our day in the most possibly beautiful way that we can. How can one refute the beauty of spending time with my family, making a wonderful dinner, gathering around the table and enjoying each others company? I am having a wonderful day, a definitely #SublimeSunday in the making, by the Meister of my morning, @c0ff33a. I do love my @c0ff33 and he likes eclectic! A definite match, made in heaven. I want to thank @ace108 and @c0ff33a for hosting these fun challenges! Check them out!

She struggles with the weight, right before the wind covers her over, making snow and flower one. I cannot see her this moment, but, I can honestly say, it is #alwaysaflower for me, to color my world.

All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.

It’s my way. I walk out to the deep end of the page and dive right in.

Prayers for Ukraine. You can follow the posts of some of Ukrainian Hivers like @zirochka, @blind-spot, @priyanarc, @torem-di-torem, @ilysarazom, @shady, @yetaras, and many others. God Bless all of you and please, stay safe!

𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮, 𝓓𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓼𝓮 ❤️

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The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost