Category Archives: figs
There is a smokiness in the air that is sending me the clear message that it’s time to start bringing in fire wood. A mountain of good, dry wood has been delivered and all that remains to be done is … Continue reading
Details of dreams, on occasions, stay clear in my mind long after I have started my waking day. Yesterday’s remnant was honey covered piano keys which, at the time, seemed to be such a perfect recollection of the bliss that … Continue reading
I suddenly thought that figs in syrup with cream and cinnamon so neatly segued the raw new potatoes. Luckily I’m not a DJ so here are the figs.