Trout, what we ate for dinner last night. Grilled trout with a tarragon mushroom cream sauce, garlic mashed potatoes, and crispy green beans. Along with a good merlot, and a chocolate mousse dessert in a raspberry sauce.
An over-night getaway to the mountains; scent of pine, fields of wild flowers in bloom.
An evening of jazz, literature, shops, bookstores. Lacquer chests, antique chairs from China, books and books and more until 11. Perused Divisadero, a new novel by Michael Ondaatje (which I plan to read soon).
Divisadero, from the Spanish word, divisar (to discern). Refers to "a place of high elevation from which one can view an extensive area," according to a Latin American website. "The purpose of a divisadero or viewpoint is to give the individual a broader perspective from which they are able to determine the best path."
Today we had to come down from the viewpoint. Still keeping a discerning eye out for the path...
Do not go where the path may lead; go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.
– Ralph Waldo Emerson