Delights: September 16 to 22

September 16: I was struck first by the sound. My friends and I stepped into a riot of birdsong. Perhaps we’d encountered a city of warblers commuting through this bayside forest. Or perhaps this is what the forest sounds like all the time. I’m here by chance and kindness. My friend Wendy read my blog last night and texted me: we’re in Bethany Beach too, she said. Would you like to visit James Farm Ecological Preserve this morning? 

A surprising combination of forest, marsh, beach and bay, James Farm Ecological Preserve returned to wildness (and environmental education) as a landholder’s gift to the people of Delaware. Paths led us through hardwood forests to bayberry scrub to the heads of snowy egrets popping above the marsh grasses. Osprey nests were empty now, but my friends had watched all year as osprey pairs reunited to raise a family (and to eat their catch atop a “feeding tree” before taking scraps to their nestlings). 

My friends eagerly shared their binoculars with me — and one of their very favorite places. I know I’ll be back.

Snowy egrets, cordgrass, and feeding trees in the marshes of Evans Farm Ecological Preserve. Photo by Wendy Henninger

September 17: My family and I sliced through the tape and opened the box. We extracted bags of produce and condiments, packets of protein, and four recipe cards. Our kitchen had welcomed the delivery of our first meal kit box, and I was inordinately thrilled. (All you wonderful cooks out there, please forgive me.) 

I don’t mind chopping bell peppers, roasting potatoes or sautéing chicken breasts. I don’t mind banging (I mean, “carefully using”) pots and pans. I even actually like following recipes and measuring ingredients. But I hate planning meals. 

At least for awhile, my problem is solved. I now open the equivalent of four new Lego kits each week. The instructions are simple and amply illustrated. The process is challenging without being exasperating. And the results disappear into our stomachs, rather than collect dust on display shelves. 

What’s for dinner tonight? Sweet chili tofu bowls. Yum.

Bonus: I hurried to the farmers market today to replenish our humus supply. With just minutes to spare, I reached the table of Borek-G: Turkish Mom’s Cookin’ Café & Market, and exhaled my relief. The vendor handed me two tubs of humus and the café’s business card. “Don’t worry so much next time,” he said. “Any day, just call me and I’ll deliver your humus on my way home.”

My friends Anne and Nina passed through Santa Fe, New Mexico, one evening. This is a sculpture of Saint Francis, patron saint of Santa Fe. Photo by Anne Ryan

September 18: During my walk, I made way for five dads, four children, and three of those big-wheeled strollers just perfect for jogging with your child. 

Kevin called it a baby jogger, and he’d take Baby Nathaniel or Baby Jeremiah on adventures. Perhaps they’d linger next to the pond to see the beaver. Or they would cross the pedestrian bridge and wait for the above-ground Metro to slice beneath them. Other times they’d jog down to the modest cascade where (we think) Virginia’s Tidewater region meets the Piedmont. And, as the boys grew older, Kevin and his young passenger would converse. 

Mommy loved her alone-time during these runs. Daddy and son, I think, were happy to oblige.

September 19: While evading the chalk-dust hands of my fourth graders a few weeks ago, I noticed a book displayed on the art teacher’s desk. It was called Ablaze with Color: A Story of PainterAlma Thomas. Today, the teacher’s hallway shimmered with rainbow dabs of color. 

The simplicity and radiance of Thomas’ work suit young artists. At the same time, their efforts underscore, by comparison, Thomas’ inimitable vision, precise brushwork and immense generosity of spirit. Therefore, if Thomas had stood beside me in that hallway, she might have been the first to say, “Everything is Beautiful.” 

The Eclipse, 1970, by Alma Thomas. Collection of the Smithsonian American Art Museum. Gift of the artist.

Bonus: On Sunday during a Washington Nationals baseball game, I mentioned Alma Thomas (as one does) to my friend Katharine. Sheepishly, she confessed that, as an employee of the Smithsonian American Art Museum, she was allowed to choose an archived painting from the museum’s collection for her own office. Her choice? An Alma Thomas. 

September 20: Speaking of Alma Thomas, Jeremiah and I recently spoke at length about generosity in art and literature. Not all artists and writers bring generosity to their work (or need to do so). But we agreed that Jack Kerouac’s On the Road practically saturates readers in generosity. It’s a generosity born of the details he teases from the music, landscapes and people he encounters — and his childlike enthusiasm for each. I thought of the narrator’s cross-country bus trip and, later, his hitchhiking interlude with the “Ghost of the Susquehanna.” In these episodes and more, Kerouac recorded the quirks and sorrows of his fellow travelers (and his best friend) with tender sympathy. 

In an essay called “A Literature of Place,” Barry Lopez described a practice of mindful walking: “The purpose of such attentiveness is to gain intimacy, to rid yourself of assumptions.” Kerouac would agree. He paid attention to everything, always without judgment; in doing so, his work cracks open the reader’s heart and implores us to do likewise. At one point, Kerouac’s narrator says of the people swirling around him, “I wanted to meet them all, talk to everybody.” And I think he would have loved them unconditionally if he had.

Sculpture of Saint Kateri Tekakwitha in Santa Fe. Photo by Anne Ryan

September 21: Ok, I’ve exhausted you with my cooking laments, but I do truly like washing dishes. Give me hot water, billowing soap suds, and caked-on leavings and I’ll scrub and sing for hours. Tonight, I offered my dish-pan hands to my church or, more specifically, the kitchen of our twice-monthly Welcome Table, where we fed more than 550 people experiencing hunger or loneliness.

I hoisted huge pans, trays and bowls from which baked tortellini and salads had blossomed and, with my friend Carolyn, set them down again twinkling clean. I kept reminding myself that this was an act of charity and sacrifice. But among all the church helpers cooking, packaging and distributing hot dinners, I certainly was not the only one having fun.

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14 thoughts on “Delights: September 16 to 22

  1. Maybe part of charity should include having fun, as long as the situation isn’t too dire, of course. Sweet chili tofu bowls sound oh so good! Might have to try this at home.

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    1. Hi, Laurie. Thanks for stopping by. (I know you are super busy!) The sweet chili tofu bowl was indeed delicious. I’ll try to make it again with my own ingredients!

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      1. It’s on my list of dishes to make.

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  2. Yum to Sweet Chilli Tofu Bowls. I enjoy cooking and meal-planning but doing the dishes afterwards? Not so much!

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    1. I envy your kitchen joyfulness! Maybe successfully following Hello Fresh’s plans might encourage me to tiptoe toward my own.

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  3. I spy, with my little eye, my name in your blog!!❤️❤️ You’ve had a very full 24 hours!!!😳 Was the Katharine you mentioned Katharine Stewart?

    By the way, Marnie figured out her computer glitch – though I guess “figured out” is a misnomer since she doesn’t know how she fixed it! (I guess that tracks with her not knowing how she created the problem!😉). I told her, “Things happen for a reason and God gave you all you could handle so he took your problem away.” 😂😂

    See you soon! Carolyn

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    1. Hi, Carolyn. I’m glad all is well with Marnie’s computer. You and I did have quite a fun afternoon and evening!

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  4. Evans Farm Ecological Preserve sounds wonderful. I enjoy meal planning, cooking and don’t mind washing up. Yes really!

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    1. In your list of food things you enjoy, don’t forget “taking exquisite photos of my delicious food”! That’s another of your talents.

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  5. Interesting that you too like washing the dishes! OK, to be fair, I’m not sure that I actively enjoy it, but I find I do my best thinking while I’m doing it. During my working life most of my best work wasn’t done at the office, in meetings or at my computer but at the kitchen sink, my hands immersed in hot, soapy suds. I don’t understand exactly what was going on, but it always paid dividends. The challenge was to remember my latest great idea or creative problem-solving solution until I was back at work and could do something about it!

    Thank you for introducing me to Alma Thomas. I do love her work – so vibrant and full of joy. I envy your friend being given one of her paintings for her office wall…what a lucky lady!

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    1. A fellow suds-er! I sigh just thinking about immersing my hands in hot soapy suds. I appreciate your point about thinking great thoughts. I might not do that, but I very much like to be alone when washing dishes. I especially like cleaning up after a feast (albeit the following morning). Sunshine on clean dishes, looking out my kitchen window, reflecting on the evening before. One of life’s neglected pleasures.

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