From the parking lot I see a man walking slowly into the west wind, slim and sporty in a navy windbreaker and navy slacks, his white hair blowing into a high wedge, his face as ruddy as that of a Scottish yachtsman, and I can’t imagine who he might be until I notice his black…
The Tassajara Bread Book Recipe
I bake whole wheat-oatmeal bread, but it’s cloudy out, which slows the yeast, and so the homemade loaves taste dense and chewy, with crunchy crusts.
Evening
Summer’s garden starts in April, when rhubarb plants burst through cold soil, and chilly wind on ruffled leaves sets them all aquiver.
The Morning Sky
Clouds shield the sun, tint the sky pale yellow, the shade of creamy daffodils, like those clustered beside our damp weathered fence.
Barbara Cook on the Piano at the Art Museum
Music rings in the gallery, where melodies flash and bob in a flowing soundscape, and notes fly from the keyboard’s full range.