stirring words, herbs, and colour
Tomatoes are coming in from our garden: cherry, grape, yellow, romas, and reds. We can't eat them fast enough, sliced all by themselves or with fresh mozzarella + fresh basil + olive oil + balsamic vinegar, diced in salad, roasted with onions and garlic on sourdough with feta, blended into gazpacho, and still they keep... Continue Reading →
Marriage of two plants gathered to infuse in extra virgin olive oil, which extracts the medicine of the plants and transforms from olive oil to a herbal oil, and yes it's still oily. The one, sticky with resin … calendula … smiling brightly at the sun and happy to bask in its fullness + the... Continue Reading →
We have a few old timey apple tree's where we live, when they're ripe they are firm, crunchy, and greenish gold in colour . . . am not certain what variety they are but they make delicious apple sauce, taste fulfilling fresh off the tree with a rosey after taste when ripe, and add a... Continue Reading →
I crawl between covers Snuggle with pirates and beekeepers Curled up on the greening floor Where may pops shake out their shoulders. Nearby a fiddler plays fluffy tunes Spun from silken sunbeams Caught in a net by yellow finches Perched high above a sea of waving leaves Until a crane swoops down Tucks one underwing... Continue Reading →
She strides through crowds Swarming alleys that form a tented bazaar Thick with smells, Guava, cardamom, bubbling oil, champa, Her eyebrows knit together Eyes scanning for where she must Twist at the waist, lead with her shoulders Slip through the warp as a ribbon Weaving nonchalantly toward Our final destination: Stalls lined in silks and... Continue Reading →
I’m following the colts foot trail right now. First the flowers appear, between end February and late March depending on your area, low to the ground and dazzlingly bright along the roadside, growing where there’s gravel in micro areas that are dry amidst the moistness that comes from being along the creek. The leaves come afterward.
when the call comes . . .
I began this year illustrating a wonderful book . . .
"Every second you give away light. We accept. We like this market."
Twelve days of attending to what happens at twelve o'clock in your sanctum leading to the discovery of omens to weave a year with . . .
