elemental July 11, 2013 theresakishkanLeave a comment Putting together the makings of dinner, I saw this poem — the freshly-pulled garlic and the basil for pesto, two trout from Jeffrey in Powell River, and a loaf of sourdough bread, still warm. Oh, and wine is still in the fridge…
Just picked, last night’s rain… August 27, 2012 theresakishkanLeave a comment …still on their skins: And the week’s sourdough bread cooling on a cloth from Arles: