another week begins. the start of this one feels crisper and cleaner than others have this year. I booked a trip for the middle of march to go off buying for the shop. I feel like i need to get away from seeing all of the things im slowly becoming accustom to at the markets here. clear my head and eyes just for a minute to gain fresh perspective.
it stormed friday night and all day saturday and on into the evening. it was my first time seeing rain with such combination of force and longevity since moving to san francisco. i cant help but imagine this huge storm as it swelled and tossed out across the wide open pacific before finally crashing on us. we spent almost all of the day curled up inside with books and blankets and huge cups of tea. if we had a fireplace i have no doubt that it would have been roaring, but our trusty radiator did its job faithfully though with less ambiance. i worked my way through much of the Great House, nicole krauss. i am pleasantly surprised not only with the story but with the writing itself – drawn in by the novels focus on objects imbued with the memory of many individual and many generations (go figure, i know.) with a few sections left i am eager to finish.
it was nice to awake this morning to a bright blue albeit chilly sky. wrapped in this lovely, i headed to the farmers market. It was a treat to find bundles of thin fresh asparagus there. brown bread was made and a huge pot of veggie stock with all the unused bits i squirreled away in the fridge during the week. i also spent some time with an amazing old cook book i acquired a while ago, but it deserves a post of its own. and i report a disasterous molasses taffy attempt.
i finished the whole thing with a long cold walk at the beach. its proximity to the pacific and sand is one of the great luxuries of san francisco and i loved spending as much time there as i can.