Hardly anything fills me more with wonder than witnessing our pomegranate trees change out of winter’s monastic habit into summer’s flamboyant Versace. The metamorphosis is fast and its dramatic.
With sincere apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1806 – 1861 …
Tomatoes just picked from the garden.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
“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.
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.
Young beetroot just pulled from the garden.
Tom Robbins, the American author, had a thing about beetroot.
If I was asked what I’d plant in my garden before anything else, it would be a selection of fresh herbs and then tomatoes. Nothing does it for me quite like fresh herbs. Basil. Dill. Mint. Parsley. Oregano. Sage.