Stretching the work

a re-run from 2023

Hello friends,

When I go away on a trip I imagine leaving my home in a state of serenity. Plants watered and sitting in the bathtub to drain. The fridge cleaned out and food composted in the bin outside. The garden raked, pruned and ready for spring growth. The laundry folded, put away and laundry baskets tucked in the corner of the room, empty. A meal in the freezer, ready when we return hungry. Emails answered. Packages posted.¹ And of course, newsletters written.

Ha!

A head of broccoli is languishing in the refrigerator, along with the ends of many blocks of cheese, sad leftovers and that opened jar of expensive tahini I swore I would use before if goes off but, I didn’t. There’s a Santa’s sack worth of laundry in front of the washer. The garden looks brown and sad. The pets are taken care of. Who knows about the plants. However we all did make it the door for a family Easter holiday, and I’m grateful for that.

All this to say, your letter this week, shall we say, is a stretch. This time, two years ago, I wrote about the stretching - stretching food, stretching bodies, stretching the lives of tulips, stretching my calves as I made a Swiss buttercream for my friend’s birthday cake. I re-read the letter this morning (when I was supposed to be cleaning out the fridge) and it made me smile.

So this week, please accept this story, stretching from the past and into today.

x Lindsay

PS my gluteus max and mins still need a good stretch. Pilates is so tough in a sling.

PPS what are your favourite ways with tahini?

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