I’ve never been one to practice restraint on Instagram; just yesterday I posted an astonishing seven photos from a single event, not using the new little slideshow-type feature (come on, any picture after the first one is basically lost to the world), but seven individual posts. I know that is not how these things are supposed to be done.
It finally occurred to me that I might enjoy going back to randomly documenting this and that on my blog again. In fact, the idea really grabbed hold of me and I was inspired to pull out my real camera, not just my iPhone, over the last few days.
I don’t care to bother with “catching up” on the blog in terms of what’s going on in my life or what has happened of note over the past couple of years. I used to periodically try to do that with long-neglected journals as a kid, and nothing kills any hint of creative inspiration faster than all that obligatory back-tracking.
(Anyway, I did make many of my old posts private too. Maybe they’re still accessible, they just didn’t “spark joy,” to apply the KonMari decluttering style to a blog…)
Herman and I went to “the big park” today, the one that’s a whole four miles or so away from home and therefore quite the road trip in terms of dog walking excursions. I’d vowed to get up and take him first thing in the morning but then suddenly it was 1 pm, oops, but it’s an overcast and breezy day so the afternoon still felt nice enough. (Edited to add: Apparently, I covered the same “big park” just a few blog posts back in June 2014, lol. God I’m boring.)
The event from yesterday–that of the seven photos–was an “English Fayre” hosted by an Anglican church. A local chef (who runs a cooking school I attended for a fantastic anniversary date night) was catering an afternoon tea so I made the reservations and eagerly anticipated this little festival for days, superficial Anglophile that I am. It was very cute and I was probably loving it all just a little too much if you ask my husband.
I honestly have so many things I want to write about or show visually that I need to slow myself down. Sometimes I get a little ambitious with this sort of thing, as demonstrated by the seven new books I’m trying to dive into all at once, on top of 62 hours of Sherlock Holmes audiobooks I’ve just started working my way through. (Did that segue make enough sense for me to post a few more photos?)
I suppose I could conclude with this latest iteration of MANY vegetable soups I’ve been making over the past few months. I kind of struck gold two batches ago when I blended roasted cauliflower, garlic, and onions into a broth of water, coconut milk, chopped tomatoes, vegetable Better than Boullion, and spices. It was heavenly, so I made a similar soup yesterday that also includes some roasted broccoli, carrots, and radishes alongside all the original ingredients. I even tried it cold this morning, gazpacho style. Still delicious.
Hopefully, I’ll be back posting again very soon!