Winter in June

This is Episode One of Little Gems. This has nothing at all to do with the cold, spitting rain days we're enjoying (with occasional bursts of brilliant blue and pretty nice sun). It's just an episode.



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I wasn't trying to be all Sound of Musick-y. I was trying to sketch a respite from noise and a meadow seemed like a good place to find such a thing.

If, however, you know anything at all about meadows and country-side, you know the only way you get quiet is by waiting til night slams itself firmly into place.

Or putting a pillow over your head.

I could've sketched a pillow.

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All weekend long, it was gray and raining, so we curled up on the couch and watched many mediocre movies. We weren't aiming at mediocre; they just turned out that way. Normally, we'd turn them off, but we were too busy whimpering about the winter (and sort of cackling, too, because for some strange reason, it's big fun to suffer once in awhile. I do not want to know why this is true, but it is. )

Whimper, whimper, whimper. Eat, eat, eat. Load another movie. That was our recipe, in case you'd like to try it at home.

Convincing oneself that it was winter required forgetting that we'd gone to the farmers' market in the morning. I'd bundled up in a cashmere sweater and flip-flops. Even I know this is not a uniform that signals winter. The only way to shake the memory was to 1. completely ignore it and 2. whimper louder. Both of which I did.

It was very successful. I still think we're having winter while friends in the midwest are posting notes about sweltering.

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Yay. We get to have hot dogs and macaroni and cheese for dinner. A. rarely agrees to eat like that, but ... winter weather, you know. There are only so many days you can be bothered to grill artichokes and concoct another aioli variation.