Root vegetables are roasting. Prepping them is a very satisfying practice, peeling, chopping up, interesting variations in skin and flesh. Carrots, beets, parsnips, rutabagas, celeriacs, yams- all beautiful, all different. Strange family resemblances.
Was reading a bit of Goethe on plant morphology earlier, some pretty funny comments on roots. "What was I to do with a formation of filaments, fibers, bulbs, and tubers; one so limited as to yield only an unpleasant assortment, an endless variety with never an intensification?" Even geniuses go astray from time to time, I guess, and why not? Probably does them a world of good.
Exhaustion/panic episode of the afternoon seems to be waning, find myself wishing it were possible for me to be kinder to others. Sadly, pretty sure it's not, lots of reasons for that, some of them even sound ones.