Odd Ends

There were these adorable, dense, and chocolately little frosted bundt cakes for dessert at lunch today.  That's about all I got.

Here's a part of one of my favorite poems:

Cutting the lemon
the knife
leaves a little cathedral:
alcoves unguessed by the eye
that open acidulous glass
to the light; topazes
riding the droplets,
altars,
aromatic facades.


It's by Pablo Neruda, he was pretty cool.  Here's another literary tidbit:

It had snowed softly and thickly all through the hours of darkness and the beautiful whiteness, glittering in the frosty sunshine, looked like a mantle of charity cast over all the mistakes and humiliations of the past.

Gotcha, that's from Anne of Avonlea.