Blades of Grass
Playlist : Abroad - Waves | Nick Mulvey | Samuel J | Michaela Anne - Desert Dove
Favorites : Montreal Biodome | Family Time | Rollerblading | Severance | Adyashanti
I’ve found some quiet time to sit down and write some things out, of course it’s when I’m sick that I have time!
Life is fast moving and super humid lately. Splurging on rollerblades continues to be the best purchase of the summer thus far, I just wish it could cool off a bit. Blading down the bike path hearing “on your left” every 30 seconds from hardcore bikers is appreciated, but the intensity is sometimes comical. I had one guy shout at me after he already passed, and all it did was activate the anxiety I was trying to escape by being outside. Nonetheless, the bike path here in Burlington is pretty solid, and once you get past downtown, it’s smooth sailing.
Eric and I visited Shelburne Farms earlier this summer and it was such a treat to sit with the little lambs and feed them blades of grass. I like to think I’m helping when I know they can just tear the grass out of the ground on their own. I think they appreciated the company, we sat with them for quite a while before we realized the sun was going to set soon. We walked to each animal pen, paying a visit to two beautiful horses, Tarrin and Dusty, before making our way up the hill to watch the sun set. A truly beautiful day with not a person around, just animals.
Usually for my break during work I walk down to the park overlooking Lake Champlain. Last week, I had a hunch for something different—I felt tired of the same routine. I decided to venture up towards the college, away from the lake, taking a quieter path I had only driven down but never walked. The air was warm, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves, and the sun dappled through the trees, creating a mosaic of light and shadow on the pavement.
Walking past the college buildings, soft purple stalks caught my eye on the edge of the sidewalk. Delicate petals almost translucent in the sunlight, fanned out from a slender stem: chicory! I have never seen it in Vermont until now.
Each flower was a tiny work of art, a fleeting burst of color against the green. They seemed to hum with a quiet resilience, thriving in places often overlooked. It was a wonderful, unexpected moment of natural beauty.
Chicory root in various forms:
Roasted and Ground: Often used as a coffee substitute or additive
Supplements: Inulin powder or capsules
Teas: Chicory root tea
