heron across the water, by rob lamontagne
rob saw his first bald eagle yesterday, just before a new job soared onto his own happy lap.
at my computer, i got wind that i may be doing pr for this fall’s florida key’s birding and wildlife festival, gleaned inspiration from a few of my friend’s blog posts, one: a lovely image of her own sweet bird, two: words of art wisdom from one of the coolest birds i know.
then a happy visit from a most beautiful songbird who flies so lovely that cirque du soleil wants her for themselves.
finally, in my attempts to celebrate rob’s victory with a manly man meal, i entered the perfect dominion of domestic hell: i made chicken pot pie. betty crocker even.
don’t you just love the irony?
Tags: birds, mo, motherhood and art
January 13, 2009 at 10:45 am
eewwww…that recipe uses cream of chicken soup. Yuck. White, gelatinous substance that can sit on a shelf in a can for years and years and years. I hope you played with this recipe a yittle! Betty Crocker eat your heart out! I love me some chicken pot pie!
You sound awesome Miss thing.
Love to you -Jen
January 13, 2009 at 11:18 am
ya, chicken pot pie with cream of chicken soup. i told you it was domestic hell! xo