The moonlight carries the message of love!
Today at work, one of my coworkers brought in a Chinese delicacy called Mooncakes. He's a little Chinese fellow named Lucky (not his actual name, but I think it's the translation). Lucky used to be one of our customers, but he enjoyed working with us so much he literally came to work WITH us, haha.
Anyway, they are interesting little cakes, and quite good with my raspberry tea. There's a paste on the inside that is not sweet, but not quite savory, a little nutty and salty and a bit surprising. It's a good combo with the sweet outside though. They remind me of these sweets that we get from Spain every year, a bit like little loaves of bread, about the length of my thumb, and very rich and sweet - SO good! There's a reason I put on 10 lbs every year at Christmas!!!
So Happy Mid-Autumn Lunar Festival to all of my lovely friends! That makes both German and Chinese autumn holidays I've partaken of in the last few days. I'm so international. Wonder what else I can fit in? Haha, in MY schedule?? Not much!
My bamboo plants are so sad looking these days. I moved them from being inside, but on a north-facing window (the only window in the place) to outside on the walkway, which is colder but at least gets a LITTLE sun as it faces south. Was this a good idea, y/n? Any suggestions about what else to try? I worry that they won't last when it gets REALLY cold out... poor babies. I have such a black thumb with plants, I should never even attempt live children.
I
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness!
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells.
II
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep,
Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers;
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cider-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
III
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,--
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river shallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing, and now with treble soft
The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
The predominant mood of these autumnal celebrations is a gladness for the fruits of the earth mixed with a certain melancholy linked to the imminence of harsh weather. ~ Wiki article on Autumn
O Shine on, shine on harvest moon!
Anyway, they are interesting little cakes, and quite good with my raspberry tea. There's a paste on the inside that is not sweet, but not quite savory, a little nutty and salty and a bit surprising. It's a good combo with the sweet outside though. They remind me of these sweets that we get from Spain every year, a bit like little loaves of bread, about the length of my thumb, and very rich and sweet - SO good! There's a reason I put on 10 lbs every year at Christmas!!!
So Happy Mid-Autumn Lunar Festival to all of my lovely friends! That makes both German and Chinese autumn holidays I've partaken of in the last few days. I'm so international. Wonder what else I can fit in? Haha, in MY schedule?? Not much!
My bamboo plants are so sad looking these days. I moved them from being inside, but on a north-facing window (the only window in the place) to outside on the walkway, which is colder but at least gets a LITTLE sun as it faces south. Was this a good idea, y/n? Any suggestions about what else to try? I worry that they won't last when it gets REALLY cold out... poor babies. I have such a black thumb with plants, I should never even attempt live children.
I
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness!
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells.
II
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep,
Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers;
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cider-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
III
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,--
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river shallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing, and now with treble soft
The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
The predominant mood of these autumnal celebrations is a gladness for the fruits of the earth mixed with a certain melancholy linked to the imminence of harsh weather. ~ Wiki article on Autumn
O Shine on, shine on harvest moon!