Thursday, January 22, 2009

Midwinter in St. Louis

The sun shines milky and bright in St. Louis wintertime. On the daily commute, I look over the hues of the highway, as city falls away into woodland fields and small town. The sky is vividly blue and the fields and trees are shades of straw and taupe.

The roads are etched in white salt from the last big freeze. On the highway, chunks of ice, left by traveling semis, tell of colder climates to the north where snow and winter have a stronger hold. Here it has been cold, but only a few flakes have come to rest.

There is a chill, but in the sunshine the air is “roll down the windows” pleasant. Even so, the trees and ground lie dormant, just as I do, waiting for something to come and awaken brighter colors, more verdant growth.

Dormant. I finish small tasks around the home: laundry, dishes, run in the brisk sunshine, put away some odds and ends; take a look at the growing pile for recycling and put it on the weekend list. Dormant, I sit on a couch, reading magazines with brightly colored pages, daydreaming about new paint for the living room, a recipe for pumpkin soup, a garden of spring lettuces that I could grow on my balcony and pluck for lunch.

In the evening, laughter and friends break into the quiet and winter is cozy and warm. The next morning, I drink my morning coffee and look out the window, daydreaming about April breezes, skirts and bare legs, walking outside without a sweater, laying in the sunshine.

A glance at the clock reminds me it's time to leave for work.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

This is Sad, Is this True?

Why Bananas are a Parable For Our Times

"Below the headlines about rocketing food prices and rocking governments, there lays a largely unnoticed fact: bananas are dying. The foodstuff, more heavily consumed even than rice or potatoes, has its own form of cancer. It is a fungus called Panama Disease, and it turns bananas brick-red and inedible.


There is no cure. They all die as it spreads, and it spreads quickly. Soon - in five, 10 or 30 years - the yellow creamy fruit as we know it will not exist. The story of how the banana rose and fell can be seen a strange parable about the corporations that increasingly dominate the world - and where they are leading us"...
(Click here for the full story).


This is an article I came across online! I'm not sure if things are being presented in a sensational light, but if it's true as stated, boo hoo!