I was sitting at my desk in our tin box, corrugated walls all wide open in a futile stab at tempering the 43-degree afternoon heat, when a gust of wind whipped through. I heard it before I felt it.
Live entertainment of any kind is a luxury here in the upper Zambezi Valley.
Edible flowers picked from our garden.
As Ralph Waldo Emerson said: “The earth laughs in flowers.” Last week I not only laughed, I rejoiced.
“The power of food is really spiritual. It not only brings the whole family together on the same table, but also brings the whole world together.
Saucer-sized sunflowers to help attract the pollinators.
A something in a summer’s Day
As slow her flambeaux burn away
Which solemnizes me.
Our well-upholstered heirloom tomatoes.
A month or so ago, Molly Moynahan, a novelist and writing teacher living in Chicago, invited me to participate in a Blogger Hop, something I’d never heard about being such a newbie to the blogosphere.