Witnessing the shy but eager children waiting to be handed their tiny chairs to carry on their heads to the farm’s schoolhouse a five-minute walkaway is an affecting reminder of how fortunate I’ve been in my life.
To me, the hour-glass butternut is like one of those friends who, when you bump into on occasion, leaves you feeling energized and happy to be alive. And if my recent research is correct, I’m not the only one who’s affected this way.
My blog SavannaBel mostly centers around the Zambezi Valley, but in this post I am sharing with you a pictorial of food, nature and lifestyle in Australia. It comes with gratitude to everyone who made our recent three-week, sun-drenched holiday in Perth so special.
The graduation of Chris’s youngest daughter Olivia, from university, was the reason we flew to Perth.
Dog Music
by Paul Zimmer
Amongst dogs are listeners and singers.
My big dog sang with me so purely,
puckering her ruffled lips into an O,
beginning with small, swallowing sounds
like Coltrane musing, then rising to power
and resonance, gulping air to continue—
her passion and sense of flawless form—
singing not with me, but for the art of dogs.
The first florentine I ever made was at my English cookery school back in the early 1980s. Flying out of an African civil war, where luxury foods were mostly nonexistent, into the cosseted university town of Oxford, I’d never eaten a biscuit so delicate. Or more-ish.
When I was young my mother used to sing a song to my brothers and me called, “I’m a Lonely Little Petunia in an Onion Patch. …” Even though I could never remember all the words, I’ve never forgotten the chorus.
