Category Archives: Garden
a taste as old as cold water….
Lawrence Durrell’s precise metaphor is the clearest description of the taste of olives that I have ever heard or read. In truth, he was speaking of the wrinkly, black, salt cured olives whose flavour is as naked and unashamed as a new … Continue reading
a cake named Roger….
My mother once had a Pekinese dog whose given name was Brownie. As she did not have a memory for names she may well not have known that. I’m not sure whether this was because her mind was full of other much … Continue reading
the fable of the swallow and olive…
It is not clear as to whether the epithet declaring that one swallow does not a summer make was written from the view point of an ornithologist, sodden by the traditional August downpour, or from that of Don Juan just … Continue reading
getting up….
Warm scented early mornings with bare feet on smooth tiles are the longed for moments. Like childhood summer holidays each day is fraught with the fear of this contentment passing, of being returned to the pleasant from the sublime. The hot night has … Continue reading
Ma pomme….
Memories of my first visits to France, when I was very young, are full of the warmth of the sun, the scent of melons and peaches, the blue of the sea and a litany of tastes the like of which … Continue reading
..as I sat out one Spring morning….
Coffee in the peace of an early morning gives me that time to reflect and prepare myself for the day. The season has changed which means that this morning I enjoyed that moment in the warmth of the early morning sun. … Continue reading
French rarebit…
It is said that a bad workman will blame his tools for bad workmanship. Not being a workman in any sense of the word, yet today finding myself at hard labour, I was more catholic in my apportioning of blame and included … Continue reading
A puree of Gorgons’ heads…
“Cheap” is a much maligned word. Cheap skate, cheap shot, dirt cheap and on the cheap are terms that denigrate, that define something or someone as less than it or they should be. In our wealth driven society a divide has appeared. … Continue reading
…and thyme rich
In my previous post I had availed myself of a metaphor which placed me in a kitchen, vigorously removing the seeds from a pomegranate with blows from a wooden spoon, whilst dressed in a white Dior sheath dress and which, not surprisingly, … Continue reading