i just finished reading The Omnivore’s Dilemma and spent yesterday learning a whole lot more than I wanted to about factory farming. I’m familiar with these types of farms and the misery and pollution that accompany them but this was my first review with that book in the back of my mind.
We don’t really “see” the meat we eat anymore. Sanitized and shrink-wrapped cuts line the back of my grocery store and you don’t think about the pig, cow or chicken who was raised for your dinner. Don’t get me wrong. I eat and like meat. However, I also realize that I have more of a choice theses days when it comes to the source of those tasty dishes. You can kill a pig for its meat, but you don’t have to raise it in a tiny cage and throw or kick it around while its growing up. I don’t have to buy a truckload of antibiotics along with my burger. I don’t have to participate in a system filled with deliberate genetic manipulation (chickens bred with breasts so big they can’t walk), filth, disease and suffering. We don’t have to eat that way.
So, I’m giving Meatless Monday a try. We will have chicken for dinner tomorrow night, then indulge in some nice spring veggies tomorrow. It’s not much, I know, but it’s something and I can live with that.
The hubby and I went for a brief walk along the Charles River. And -hooray! – We saw the very first sign of spring. I took this picture while standing on a footbridge over the river. We had a squad of hungry ducks and geese fellowing us around, which I also tried to photograph. Not sure I succeeded.
I was too far away, so I tried to zoom in and it got a little better.
They still look like bugs to me! But while I was shooting close up I spied a tree branch with tiny buds. I propped my elbows on the railing and snapped away.
Well, folks, I think spring might actually be en route. We had some snow on Sunday, but it’s all melted. The snow banks are slowly disintegrating. I’m actually starting to see sidewalks and landscaped features. It’s still cold and windy, but things are slowly looking up.
There’s that little bit of warm, peeking out from behind the storm clouds. Meanwhile, I can hear the wind howling outside of my window and can see spatters of rain on the panes. I’m happy I’m inside, but it was nice to get out for a while.
As I’ve mentioned before, color is a challenge this time of year. Everything from the sky down to the grimy snow banks is a very dull gray.
I went to my local supermarket to do some shopping and to find some colors. You think they’d be there? Nope. I think it was the lighting, or maybe that plus the exhausted state of the vegetables that turned the whole place gray. I couldn’t believe it! If you couldn’t find color in a food store, where could you find it? I eventually came across something that might suit for this challenge: string bags filled with different types of fruit.
Well, okay, color! And I do like that tumbling down linear quality of it.
So, for your viewing please, here my pop of color for the day.
Every now and again we get a nice, spring day. Today? Well, lovely, in a word. It almost (but not entirely) made up for the days of wind, cold and rain we’ve recently had. I’m sick to death of gray skies where I don’t feel like taking one step out of the house. It’s downright depressing.
I had some time to make up for today. I’ve been missing my walks and decided to roam a bit further afield, to Menotomy Rocks park. It’s about a 20-25 minute walk from my house and nestled in a quiet neighborhood of very pretty, Victorian houses and well-tended gardens. There’s a lovely pond with a walking path around its perimeter. There are myriad other paths as well, that are about as peaceful and contemplative as you could want.
I spent a blissful hour or so walking to and from the park, then walking around the pond. There’s also an outdoor art exhibit there, sponsored by the Town and open to any and all comers.
I haven’t been to Menotomy Rocks in a few years. I remember taking my parents to it at one point and walking around the pond with my mother. She loved to walk and, like me, enjoyed parks and gardens. My dad’s a more sedentary guy and took a seat on a bench while we ambled and talked.
Urban. Can’t You Believe it?
Stairway to Heaven
Come For the Peace, Stay For the Quiet.
Walk or Sit, It’s Up to You
I finally left when my bladder had a very urgent chat with me. Damn. That’s what happens when you get older. I did manage to snag a few pics of the neighborhood on the way down, so it wasn’t a total loss.
Gah! Will this winter never end? Last week it was sunny and in the 60s, then it started to rain – a lot – and now it’s gone down to near or below freezing.
I decided to get a start on the garden during those warmer days and also decided to keep a record of what I’m doing (thank you Evernote). The plant nursery had its early spring assortment out and I came home with two types of mint, lettuce, spinach and chives. Not a bad haul. I knew it was supposed to rain the next day, so I decided to let them sit in their pots until it dried up.
It rained. At one point, I could have sworn I saw Noah’s arc floating down Massachusetts Avenue. Then came the snow. I woke up yesterday and saw snow on the ground and roof tops. My plants! I threw on a pair of pants and brought them in from the cold. They did not look happy, so I put them in a sunny place in the kitchen.
They recovered, fortunately and I brought them back outside today. Now it’s just a waiting game between old man winter and my spring garden.