September will be a month of sporadic posts. There’s sorting, packing, and moving to be done. I can’t believe it’s the 9th already… Life at our 13th Avenue apartment is coming to a close. This place will forever be special. It was the place of our wedding party (and crowded sleep over), of our Winter longing, of our Spring cuddles with Georgia, and many first(s) of her life thus far. First bath, first smile, first pacifier, first thumb finding, first tears, and first nights sleeping on her own (due to a new arrangement of beds on the floor, Georgia in her own crib mattress, right beside ours- very independent).
Oak St. and 13th Avenue isn’t a place of much excitement but over the months we found a gem that is hard to beat: Connie’s Cookin’ (on Heather St. and 16th Avenue).
Connie is always cooking. She chops veggies in a unique fashion that somehow makes everything taste and feel a million times better. Her specialties include ‘banana bread french-toast’ on Saturdays, Korean bi-bim-bap on Thursdays, and yummy muffins made of all kinds of healthy grains and fruits. The corner-store/eatery is also run by Jammie. While Connie cooks Jamie makes green juice (a popular deliciousness of kale, cucumber, apple, lemon, lime, and parsley) and talks. He talks you into eating the food that Connie is cooking. And he talks you into the beauty (and hardship) of eating local produce. And… he sings Bob Dylan songs while you yum your way into a meal that nourishes body and mind. These two made my Winter warm, my Spring spicy, and my Summer salty. When you walk in with a worry or feeling down… magic happens and you walk out without.
Now… here’s a great book by the author, artist, and graphic designer, Eric Carle (click here to visit his blog). Our version of Papa Please get the Moon for Me is a board book published by Little Simon. It is a story about Monica, her papa, and her wish to play with the moon. Monica’s papa will go round and around the impossible heights to make it come true. But… the full moon is too big for him to take. So he waits. And travels all the way, from far and back, so Monica can dance with the Moon. But the Moon will continue to shrink, and shrink, and shrink… until it’s gone. Only to reappear up in the sky, so bright. Moonlight is a powerful and romantic thing. The moon affects moods and tides. It amazes me. It dazzles me. In the city buzz it’s view reminds us to be in tune with nature. Yellow, blue, full, or new. It is always there. Seen. Or unseen. I leave you to stare out the window and dream.
Here’s a couple of interesting educational links:
One More Story Told 