No matter how much you feed the wolf, he keeps looking at the forest.


12 thoughts on “No matter how much you feed the wolf, he keeps looking at the forest.

    • Buongiorno cara πŸ™‚
      Oh… le piccole cose… come leggere “Per chi suona la campana” sognando la tua Grecia… oppure preparando qualcosa di buono…. aspettando l’estate??
      Bacio & Buona giornata.

  1. Some decadent photography to go along with that decadent cake…looks amazing. The title of this piece is great ~ we who we are… but I’m sure if you supply the cake he will stay for quite a while πŸ™‚ Have a great week.

    • Morning! I was not preparing a cake since years perhaps, and the little wolf I am talking about is my son :). Not an airy treat, but something quite… substantial, reason why my portion was quite insignificant as quantity… And, oh… nobody related the cake to this poem:
      ” Joys – like Men – may sometimes make a Journey -/ And still abide.”

      Yes, Emily Dickinson… the great reclusive poet and passionate baker. Just a few know she was known to lower a basket full of cakes from the window of the home she rarely left to crowds of expectant children on the street below. Dickinson probably never met these children, yet she connected with them through her baking.
      The same happens to me, even if my social life looks quite different as the matter of fact, and when I see people sit at my table with that sort of “wow” in the eyes I simply feel good.

      ‘Love’s oven is warm.’, she said.. Do I think in the same way??

      • Ha, a perfect thought for your son…any kid takes a look at that cake and there will be nothing left of it in an hour.

        Poetry, while I enjoy it…I really know very little about poets. Dickinson, however is something else…you make a good Dickinson. Take care!

  2. My son was upstairs knowing that I was baking… He did not check what I was doing, so… when he saw the final result he simply could not believe his eyes. Decadent you said:?? πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ Right??
    Then the yogurt containers in Tiffany blue connote…how could we call them? a spoon ful of privilege?? A breakfast of Coffee by Cartier, Eggs by Bulgari, Prada Popcorn and Soft Butter by Versace feels like the ultimate in decadence πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ or stuff to be served at Fashion Week in Milan?? πŸ™‚

    Oh… To be, or not to be–that is the question: Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer … Than fly to others that we know not of?
    Sorry, I am not supposed to play the intellectual tonight :)… I am just a goooooood Dickinson.


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