Many jacks in the pulpit


Hidden under the taller, more sun loving plants in our garden is the handsome jack in the pulpet. This year, for whatever reason, we have more than usual. High above the pitcher-shaped flower – shown here — are three large trillium like leaves, which is the only way we spot them.

(At this point, our yard is a shining example of a deer-resistant, low-maintenance yet pollinator friendly perennial garden.)

The blackbirds that flew me to a better place

Last summer, when Adela was about 7 weeks old, I stayed up at the cabin for a week with her and my mother-in-law. I finally felt a little relaxed, the pain and trauma of a horrific hospital experience wearing off a bit.

A lot of that was helped by a giant flock of red-winged blackbirds that flew by the cabin, thousands of them on the move to the wetlands north of here. It was misty, and their bright shock of wing feathers stood out against the fog, the pale green hemlock needles, and the dark shale rock cliffs that the cabin sits upon.

Some stopped and chatted, before taking aloft again. I watched and watched, breathing.

Now, at night, I sometimes dream about the blackbirds, their cackles and spirals through the ravine lifting me up with them, to a better place.

This Saturday during Girls’ Weekend 2014, we visited the wetlands and the roosting blackbirds. And a pair of doting bald eagle parents. And their fluffy 5-week-old eaglet!

But only the blackbirds welcomed photos. The eagles were too far off, even with my telephoto lens. 


Concetta and me




We go way back, at least in NYC. You brought me low-sodium yet totally delicious food and a compassionate hug after I gave birth with scary complications, I brought you to restaurants in Mexico City that serve things like walnut cream sauce with pomegranate seeds poured over spicy pork stuffed poblano 🙂

I shouldn’t have guffawed, but I did anyway

Via Gothamist, the lawyer for musician power couple Paul Simon and Edie Brickell had this to say about the couple’s recent publicized fight:

Brickell is from Texas and he’s from Queens. And you know what … there are ways of settling things down in Texas and there are ways of settling things down in Queens.”

One of the commenters quipped:

“Texas: guns. Queens: killer multi-ethnic cuisine?”