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…
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…
...Theresa Kishkan 