A great storm came in the night and tried to mash down the flowers...the red hawthorn tree is so bursting with blooms this year I just had to go out in the wet and bring some inside.
My Indian and African masks look down amongst the cobwebs..who has time for dusting anyway!
My shelves are full of love and light of all kinds. The Hindu goddess in red is Lakshmi...a gift from our dear friend Renu. If you rub her palm it is said she will bring you good fortune and wealth. It's never worked for me exactly but I'm not complaining at the abundance that we enjoy in our western world. So many people have such miserable and perilous existences.
My artist son made this probably ten years ago, when he was a student but I've always loved it.
A little Mexican painting on tin from Irene
Lovely fat garlic
More from my artist children
Beautiful bronze Buddha with little white porcelain hare sitting at his feet
This Christ figure was a gift from Southern Italy
My mobile phone/camera bag from Panama
This is what my son thought horses looked like when he was about seven years old.Scary scary teeth!!
So as you can see my kitchen is rather bonkers but I enjoy it's eclectic mix that reminds me of so many friends and dear ones.
And to put it into a little context here are a few images of friends enjoying a meal..actually it's more a case of here are some images of a typical meal..I love feeding people!
Me and Marge..before my hair went quite so bright white! I'm on the right!
And just for fun..Here's a poem I wrote called
The Meal
Welcome all ,
relax, sit down.
So glad you
all could come.
Have an olive,
a glass of wine.
Pass the
plates along.
All day I’ve
picked, diced and chopped
as the puppy
played round my feet.
The onions,
grown with love and care
sizzle, watch
the heat.
Green beans
sliced and gently steamed
salt flaked potatoes
roast with
thyme.
Black poppy
seeds crack and dance
on tender leeks
divine
Self seeding
fennel, grows like weeds
their
fragrance fills the air.
Bake them
sliced with milk and butter,
oh but my, they’re
fare.
Cucumber cool
in yoghurt
Beetroot slid
hot from their skins
revealed as scarlet
slashes
gleaming as though
full of sin.
Take some
fried radiccio
artichokes crisped
in tempura.
Have some,
help yourselves,
I always cook
too much.
Pass the salad
down this end
The rockets grown
too long
but those
tomatoes they’re just fine
they smell of
summers gone.
Hunt among
the green leaves
you’ll find
avocado there,
all specked
with toasted pine nuts
and wet with
oils desire.
It’s great to
see you all
Top up your
glass and
Pass the
bottle round.
More water
anyone?
Here’s A bowl
of strawberries
with flowers
of feverfew.
Pile them on
with clotted cream
and roasted
hazel nuts.
Coffee next
or herbal tea.
Relax, don’t
rush, unwind.
We’ll light
the fire and all draw near
Let’s talk
the night away
And if you
are all too tired to drive
There’s empty
beds upstairs
the kids have
flown the nest long since.
For breakfast
I’ll poach pears
serve them
with a slice of cake,
sweet cheese
from yellow quince
or toast from
bread I’ll bake
the cupboards
never bare
I’m so glad
you all could come
Life was made
to share.
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