
Words and pictures from the author of And the Crows Took Their Eyes as well as the Elizabeth Goodweather Appalachian Mysteries . . .

photo from NASA
The oldest starlight ever detected comes from primordial cosmic structures and individual stars that formed shortly after the Big Bang, dating back nearly 13.8 billion years.
Astronomers tell us that some of the starlight that brightens our skies is from stars long dead.
Just so with those people I have known in this life who, though gone, still endure in sudden flashes that brighten my existence–a bit of music one introduced me to, a wry turn of phrase from another, a recipe, a remembered story . . . and with each of these flashes, their light shines through the years.
We kept a wary eye on the clouds and lightning to the north of us as they moved our way. We got several spells of rain and the power was out for about an hour but, (and I'm writing this at 8:45) so far, so good.
Sunday night is always something of an improv to use up things before my grocery trip on Tuesday. I had a lot of ripe tomatoes waiting and a half bag of shrimp in the freezer. Plus a burgeoning basil plant and there's always garlic and butter.
So, I got the butter good and hot and stirred in the defrosted shrimp and the garlic (8 cloves, chopped.) It was a very brief cook time, just till the shrimp curled, and I removed shrimp and garlic to a bowl. Then I put 3 chopped up tomatoes into the butter and cooked till some began to caramelize on the edges. Off heat, added a bit more butter then the shrimp and garlic and a good bit of torn basil leaves.
Served over pasta (farfalle) and topped with parmesan.
It was right good for improv.
Farming was important.
Robinson Crusoe is one of those books everybody knows about but probably hasn't read. It's arguably the prototype of cast-away on a deserted island fiction and has spawned a multitude of offspring--Swiss Family Robinson, Lost in Space, The Martian, Castaway . . . to mention a few. And then there are all those cartoons from The New Yorker.
Like so many, I had never read Defoe's 1719 work in its entirety. But now a copy turned up in my recent book purging/reorganization efforts and now I have.
It's a terrific account of clever survival. Crusoe is on the island some twenty-six years and in that times builds houses, makes pottery, gardens, captures and tames goats, weaves baskets, and makes for himself a rather fine little kingdom.
I have to admit to skimming bits. There's a lot of moral reflection--Crusoe went to sea against the wishes of his parents and remained there despite several close calls before the final catastrophe that stranded him. There's lots of philosophizing about the nature of Good and Evil, including one rather good point made by Friday, the 'savage' Crusoe rescued from cannibals.
Crusoe has been telling Friday about the devil being God's enemy, and Friday asks if God is stronger than the devil.
Oh, yes, says Crusoe, God is stronger.
Then Friday asks, ". . .why God no kill the devil, so make him no more do wicked?"
Crusoe is at a loss for a good answer and (much like some politicians) "diverted the present discourse . . . rising up hastily as upon some sudden occasion of going out; then sending him for something a good way off. . ."
Some things never change.