sunday morning poem, daffodils and dessert

wind

the wind was a care-free soul

that broke the chains of earth,

and strode for a moment across the land

with the wild halloo of his mirth.

he little cared that he ripped up trees,

that houses fell at his hand,

that his step broke calm on the breast of seas,

that his feet stirred clouds of sand.

but when he had had his little joke,

had shouted and laughed and sung,

when the trees were scarred, their branches broke,

and their foliage aching hung,

he crept to his cave with a stealthy tread,

with rain-filled eyes and low-bowed head.

by gwendolyn bennett (1902-1981)

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greg and i took a walk today to porto rico imports to get coffee before church this morning. it felt good to be out early when the sidewalks are quiet (though washington square was actually rather busy). it went up to 60, though the morning was cooler at 41 degrees. i spotted this cute little french bulldog outside the coffee store while taking a photo of the daffodils.

we had a book club meeting today at 4 pm and shared about what memoirs that we've read that have been meaningful or inspiring. i could smell the chicken cooking in the oven near the end of the call. i'm glad i had prepared it and not waited to pull something together at the last minute. above is a hot chocolate we decided to have for dessert as we had marshmallows from the little girl chanda meets after school on wednesdays. she had made them with her mom last week. they were good! i have actually no idea what goes into a marshmallow. i read ingredients on everything i buy, so it's funny that i have no idea . . i know there's sugar . . but what gives it that soft billowy texture? i'll have to make a batch one day.