Greenblade

It’s all coming down to basics for me today. There are so many things to Accomplish and I can’t do any of them. I sit outside, on one of the more beautiful days of creation, and watch my dog. She is very ill; we have known this for a few weeks. Now I am watching and listening so I will know when she tells me she wants to die. Read more of this post

At Bernard’s suggestion and Jamie’s insistence, I am reading Take This Bread by Sara Miles. You all just might as well buy your own copy because we are going to be talking about this book. Read it. You will be taken on a journey that is particularly that of the author and yet you will know that your own journey is waiting to happen or to take a new turn. Read more of this post

Yesterday I read several articles that brought home to me everything we are up against. The hardest hitting was this – How Many Companies Want You Dead? I am cynical enough to believe every word of this and naïve enough to get really, really depressed over it. Read more of this post

Back in the early Greenblade days we had seven principles that we said were our goals in food preparation: local, seasonal, organic (or close to it), healthy, affordable, easy to prepare, and delicious. Gradually that got shortened to “local and seasonal.” Read more of this post

We thank you for the first crocus that peeks its head above the snow,
The first gray morel mushroom that pokes up from the grass,
The first cotton fluff ball that falls from the tree,
And the first yellow dandelion that dares to invade our grassy lawn.

When we bought our house there was nothing growing on the land but a kind of desperate groundcover that I couldn’t even call grass. It was whatever could survive on ground that had been pasture for as long as there are town records, had presumably had its topsoil stripped by the developer, and which had been compacted by construction. Read more of this post

I am putting away wine glasses, sorting silver back into the chests, collecting the napkins for the laundry. The last of the party plates have begun to mingle with cereal bowls and coffee cups in the dishwasher. It is the morning after.

At Greenblade we talk about the Eighth Day, the day God handed creation over to us. We talk about every day being the Eighth Day, every morning being a new opportunity to do something that God would see as good. This all went through my mind yesterday in church. It was the quintessential Easter Day – daffodils in bloom, birds busy, the first green in the woods. I was distracted by the sun coming through the stained glass and I thought again about the liturgical year. Read more of this post

I’ve been reading (re-reading, really, for perhaps the fourth time) an account of the Gospel story written from the point of view of Mary Magdalene who, in this telling, is a Celt named Maeve. In an early part of the story, after Maeve has been exiled from Ireland and before she gets to Galilee searching for Jesus whom she had known in Druid school (are you still with me?) she confronts some of the deepest questions anyone can ask about how and why things happen the way they do. Here is what she says: Read more of this post