|Sofa, “Toby,” Bryant|
|Chair, Ottoman, sofa with fabric swatch.|
Using peppers and tomatoes I brought home from the farm, I made jalapeno (how do I add a tilde on this damn thing?) salsa per Mike’s recipe and it is, frankly, divine. Super spicy, totally fresh, and of course, salt-free.
|This stuff will change your life.|
I was reminded, as I was scraping away the layers of my yard’s many years, that my interest in yard work is not unlike my interest in literature. Don’t roll your eyes. You knew this was coming.
|If you can, zoom in to see its tongue out!|
The pieces I work on are very, very old. They have their own birth stories and their own growth stories. They’ve passed through countless hands, crossed countries, and ended up recopied and now, scanned and on a computer screen. And while authorship is a difficult matter, especially in chronicles whose composition actually spans centuries, I should always be aware that they are someone else’s creation. They are bequeathed to me, but never mine. I’m participating in a community of scholarship in the same way that I’m participating in my own little ecosystem. It’s exciting and challenging; it’s rewarding and productive. Its discoveries are delightful, and I claim those moments of uncovering rather than those of creating. I scrape instead of sow.
Until next time, wishing you a summer full of revelation and, if it’s your thing, invention as well.