Tag Archives: Je mange bien tous les jours
when first we flatten to deceive…
At this time of year Nature conspires with men to produce a contrariness in the flattened versions of some stoned fruit. A peach is a peach when it is suggestive; when its curves make one smile with greedy lust; when the … Continue reading
getting into Camus..
I have no compunction in firmly closing a book and returning it to the shelf if I am not enjoying it or, indeed, if I simply do not like it. On one such occasion, when I was very much younger, finding … Continue reading
Pimping my sides….
This is a picture of a dish in my kitchen, filled with summer vegetables, which serves to illustrate that what you see is not what you get. It is not what I got either, at first. What it is is … Continue reading
Getting a large bone…
My fingers hit the keyboard today whilst I was still chewing on a mouthful of worthiness. Tahini has its place, which place should not be in my mouth as I start to write on the glory of the roasted marrow bone. … Continue reading
On the trail of the toothsome pine…
The muffled drumbeat of rain on the awning has not been heard for some time, but there it was, like an unexpected knock on the door that momentarily causes the smile to drain from the face. Being English we have … Continue reading
Treasure Island…..
A slight movement in my peripheral vision caused me to stop writing and to look down. The tiny worker bee, instead of taking advantage of its wings, was wearily trudging across an endless terrain of boulders, which is the gravel … Continue reading
A good way to start a day…
It seems that the waiting is over. Cool, sweet melon by clear water under a hot blue sky is a cliché. It’s a good cliché that, through the long cold months, I long to be able to use and today … Continue reading
Cross words and radishes….
The neutral grey of the sky only served to accentuate the multiplicity of greens and ochres that make up the “slap” on the face of the countryside at this time of year. Driving along shiny, rain slick, black lanes this … Continue reading
Every picture does not tell this story..
There are occasions when only words will tell the story, not necessarily momentous occasions, although with the passing years I treat the moment of waking each day as increasingly momentous, but simple daily events that move me. Eating a very … Continue reading
The Colour Violette…
On the way to La Rochelle there is an Oasis, set in a shady clearing by the roadside, that is only open for the summer months. L’Oasis is a shack, the open side of which is filled with trays overflowing … Continue reading