Imagination and fiction make up more than three quarters of our real life.- Simone Weil.
When I took Tyke for his walks today, I looked in the gardens that fronted the road we were walking beside, and I saw sprigs of daffodils and crocuses poking out of the ground and I think I even saw something blue, but I'm not certain of what it was, because Tyke was in a hurry at that particular point. I will have to go back tomorrow and have another look and try to identify it.
I had almost forgotten what an exciting time of year this is with plants reappearing out of the ground where you do not really expect them at all in very barren places. It is amazing what has been lying under the ground all this time waiting for the proper moment to pop up again. The growing phase will go very quickly now that it has started and in the shortest amount of time there will be all sorts of things to see. That is why I will have to pay attention on a daily basis and be a watchful witness to this process.
Of course, Tyke is, as far as I know, completely unaware of this and only sees bushes and plants and hedges as places where food possibly can be found and he regularly finds half eaten apples and sandwiches there. He is constantly checking out the spots where he has the most success, because that is where school children ride their bikes and dispose of their half eaten food. If only their mothers knew.
Tyke has the most success with apples and I have stopped buying them for him, because he gets plenty of them in the wild. I used to buy a bag of apples for him every week and peel one for him once a day, but since he finds his own, he has lost interest in them.
I had the most delicious cuts of beef for dinner, simmered for four hours in the enamel pot on a low fire. All these different cuts of meat have names, but I would not know how to translate them out of Dutch. There is just enough fat on them to make them extra tender and moist and the cooking process does the rest. I hardly have to chew the meat and it melts on my tongue, as we so delicately put it here. I have not enjoyed eating meat this much since I was a child and my mother fixed it, but I think I do a better job, because I have more patience.
It takes Gandhi all day to finish her saucer of meat, but in the morning she is ready for her next helping and practically dives onto it. I do think that this is the solution to her eating problem and maybe she will even turn into a chunky cat and match Tyke. They will be the plump couple and I will be the odd woman out.
3 comments:
I wonder what the blue flower is. A very early hyacinth? (Unlikely) Maybe a Scilla or Bluebell?
Over here, we are all very conscious of the horse meat that has illegally infiltrated so many processed foods, including school and hospital meals. We are very squeamish about eating that in England. I'm thankful that I'm almost vegetarian.
I'm sure you went to a proper butcher though, who knows the origin of the meat. In any case, some people do eat horse meat. Not sure whether you do or not.
Hope the animals don't get too roly-poly!
Maggie x
Nuts in May
I never thought about dogs eating apples!
I don't eat much meat, but when I do, I like to go to a certain butcher out of town where the meat is, as you say, "melt on the tongue" when cooked slowly and properly. I'm not sure I get why horsemeat is such an issue for so many people when we eat other animals.
crocus? and so early! we still have six inches of snow on the ground, and more on the way.
how interesting that tyke likes apples.
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