The perfect evening – Plum and Ginger Cordial
Ingredients for a very fine evening One hot summer evening filled with bats and crickets and the smell of freshly watered earth. One sturgeon moon rising up over the islands – big and fat...
Summer
Summer’s end’s nigh
To see the Summer Sky Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie— True Poems flee— Emily Dickinson Golden days. I love this time of year. I’m in Portland. It’s so pretty that...
Hottest: wishful thinking
It’s still hot. It’s not even shimmering heat – it’s just curl up and die heat. Our garden is not faring well – but it’s a good day to wash and dry an old...