On the Matter of Food and Shelves

To begin:

Food! How I adore thee!
Mellow sauce, and tempting leek!
Thy savor has no bounds to see
what once it was, when raw, and meek.

Now flavor cascades from thee!
Herbs and meat, ground with care!
The spiciest among you will be,
later, burning my derrière.



Ahh! Is it aliens! Is it some horror, forgotten through time's cruel progress? Could it be some manifestation of Cthulu himself???

Oh. It's artistic pictures of blackberries.

These are the beginnings of shelves. I would like to point out, at this juncture, that not only do I have no idea what I'm doing, but that I like to start every project with the firm belief that failure is just around the corner.

'Zounds! They grow higher, these shelf-y delights!
Soon we'll have books reaching heretofore unbeknownst heights!
Yes, the meter is shot. But how often do I get heretofore and unbeknownst together?)

Thy fine and supple extremity
To which though hast applied
Not only to my drawn-wide eye
But to my heart, it glides.

Check out the good form with the power tool! And the poem is about my leg... not my bunion... don't look at it...

(yes, every bit of poetry today will be terrible. if any of you commented on the things you liked, this wouldn't happen.)

Look! Complete! It stands so tall
As if, brave, it proclaims itself
To be the mightest of them all
Whether wood, or steel, or stone, a shelf!

This is a peeling tree. I think it has some kind of disease, perhaps it is infested with the oak boring weasel. No, but really, as we drove we saw posters about some kind of weevil that is killing off oak trees. It's actually less of a weevil and more like a borer. Either way, the bark was peeling and blowing off, leaving really, really smooth tree branches.

It felt really weird.

More artsy pictures, courtesy of you-know-who. No, not me. The other who. Not Doctor Who, no. I think this is beautiful.
Before you judge, and cast aside
The worthiness before you, oaf.
Attempt to consider the beauty found hither,
The gloriously rotund meatloaf.

Courtesy of The Joy of Cooking.