I once read that in the Celtic tradition monks and warriors undertook “incredible journeys of imagination and spirit.
Chris and I are shortly off to Amalfi in Italy.
To all my readers who have been trying to post comments after my blogs, I have just learned that the firewall set up by my web hosting company has been blocking them. 🙁 I am so sorry.
I have been experimenting with wild, indigenous and garden foods in the Zambezi Valley now for just over four years.
I am reposting this story, one that comes to mind every October, because last night as I stepped into the ink-black water of our horizon pool to cool off, I smelt petrichor for the first time.
Our pomegranate trees are weighed heavy with flowers and baby fruits right now. This affecting sight reminded me of the following blogpost I wrote four years ago, more or less at the same time of year.
