Blue Dusk

Not much to say today. Jealous of this photo. It's a good one. The color of dusk, not twilight. Seeds blown by the wind. A steel guitar could play this tune out quite well.
Things are so hurried lately. It makes me appreciate stillness. Nature has become my inoculant.

We love our bread, we love our butter, but most of all we love each other

So I feel like having freshly baked madeleines and tea today....and by fresh I do not mean the hard little rocks of imposter tea cookies at Starbucks. The best I've had by far are from Le Patisserie Bordeaux in Vancouver. If only they had a website, I could direct you to the heavenly almond horns and croissants. Actually, I am kind of glad that they don't have a website. In fact, I probably shouldn't even be writing about this place, lest the word get out on the street. Until my next trip to the land of the midnight sun, I suppose I will have to search high and low for a really authentic recipe.
In other news, October brings a month of uncertainty. I really need to make it through this month at school, then I'll be golden. Halloween will be a most excellent celebration of ghoulish delights to end the monotony.