Life consists in this
That two solitudes
protect and touch
and greet each other
For many years this quotation from Rainer Maria Rilke stood framed, above our bed.
When we moved the frame got broken, and so now
lives on the front of the fridge, with various pictures of dear ones
and beloved poetry, an ever loving reminder of 'LOVE'
and the complexity between simplicity and richness.
I am not sure what brought this to mind, except that I was adding to the grocery list on the fridge
and it caught my eye, my heart and my imagination
and I realized how very true this observation is as age creeps up on us.
Today is Similkameen Sizzle Day!!!!
the 11th anniversary of this unique festival during which
the Similkameen Valley praises the pepper, either hot or cold,
but preferably hot!!!
There is a contest to see which foolhardy person is able most effectively to
burn his throat and esophagus (I think only men are required to prove their bravery
in the face of hot jalapenos)!!!
When the Royal Purple Ladies quit 'manning' the
Quesadilla table a few years ago I stopped braving the crowds,
but the hot Mexican and Spanish music reaching us from the park
where the Festival was being held was enough to set the toes a-tapping, or the hips a-twirling,
whichever were most nimble!!!
We had a really nice visit this afternoon.
Shaun, the son of English parents, was brought up on a ranch
in the Similkameen, joined the army and then served as Sergeant-at-Arms
in the local Legion before he moved to the Fraser Valley.
He has been a friend who has the utmost respect for Veterans and it
is always a pleasure when he comes to see us.
I was particularly pleased when he said he had found us in our town house by recognizing
the flagpole at the gate - the one which I had written about on my Blog,
and which he had READ about. Gosh!
Is this what fame is all about!!!!!
To put the icing on the cake our son arrived even before I expected him
after a long trip from the Cariboo with his cat, Big Paws (BP).
Lovely to give him big hugs......
And those are all the bits and pieces that made up the day. except for the neighbour's
elegant yard sale where nothing was junk and everything
was clean and polished and laid out on lace tablecloths.
I wish I had a picture to show you.
I bought a nice cheese cutting board with a handy ceramic
drawer in which to keep cheese knives and pickle forks.
Do I need this?
Not really, but I thought it was pretty.