wednesday's words and wanderings and wonderings

Last Wednesday was a delightful day. It started off with a rhythmic, flowing yoga class focusing on strength and endurance, improving flexibility, and promoting relaxation. It was a dynamic practice that released those feel-good endorphins and after the class was over, it felt good to know that I am doing something to keep this aging body moving. Next stop - Pink Moon Goods in the Huffman Historic District to pick up my first bouquet from the Backlot Buds CSA. Two young women own these two small businesses and help each other out. Pink Moon Goods offers a drop-off spot for the Backlot Bud  flowers. The flowers bring people into shop, which of course then customers need to look around and purchase something 😊 Last week's hellebores and tulips are going strong, the daffodils were beautiful for four days and then wilted away. I pick up my next bouquet today. 

My friend and I went to an art show at The Contemporary. A talented artist son curated an exhibit highlighting his artist father's work. Zachary Armstrong celebrated  the life and work of his father George Armstrong, a long time sculpture and ceramics teacher at Fairborn High School who creativity inspired a generation of artists. Zachary secretly gathered drawings, paintings, sculptures, and ceramics from his father’s home.  It was a love letter from one artist to another, son to father. We know the Armstrong family. Our kids went to school with one another.

Life is busy at the farm. Last year, Taylor bought a hoop house to expand growing capabilities. A couple weeks ago the frame went up and just the other day, it got its covering. I'm anxious to see what his plans are for the hoop house. He and my son are the same age, are good friends, and this young man is one of my bosses during the farmers market season. He is a good one, too.

Fun at the bird feeder. The other day a mama red bellied woodpecker came to the feeder and was pecking away. You have to look close but right below her is a baby woodpecker, nibbling away on a chunk of seed that fell from the feeder. Mama teaching her baby. So sweet.

The friends we visited in Florida in February are up here visiting friends and family and staying with us. They left warmth and sunshine to come up to unpredictable spring in Ohio. Right now, it's windy, chilly, and cloudy. We definitely got the better weather deal when we visited them. 

Well typical me, I spent the weekend food shopping and cooking. She is vegetarian and tells me not to go out of the way, but that's not how I operate. I spent Sunday fixing two lasagnas: one with meat sauce and one with lots of veggies. (I hadn't made lasagna in a long time and forgot just how long it takes to make). Then, two breakfast casseroles: one with sausage and bacon, the other with vegetables. I come from a long line of women whose love language is cooking, nourishing others through food. I navigated the craziness of the Sunday crowd at Costco, felt the relief of exiting the building, and walked to the car. Whew, done with that mayhem! I took the cart to the drop-off and this colorful sticker caught my eye. "Cocinar es Amor." To cook is love.