Friday, June 7, 2013

I was a tender age


 
New little blue apron. Broke it in on some pretty tasty burgers, and tomatoes with motz, chard and noodles and vegetables. 
 
 

Okay, now that I have posted gratuitous self-portraits...feelings.

Feelings right now are very damp. I had a good run today--not that I did well, but it was very enjoyable. The cat brier is sending out shoots, and they're very good to eat--they taste a bit tart and sprout-like.  I always want to collect them and use them in a stir fry, but as it is, I ate them along the trail. They're high in vitamin C, and I must be craving it.

I love cat brier. It's never as vicious as blackberry, and I like how the thorns start out soft and flexible. They harden into real thorns in July, but for now, they're green, and you can brush up against them with impunity. I like thorns. Some of the best scars I have are from thorns.

This sounds vaguely poetic or metaphorical, but I mean it plainly. I keep saying that I'm actually a very simple girl.

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