Next year, I will know that destemming all the grapes before drying them is absolutely essential. It avoids having to do what becomes a very picky job when the fruit has already dried. It also avoids eating most of the produce. As it is, I remove a stalk, and pop the raisin in my mouth. […]
You can imagine me at my desk dressed in an old long-sleeved shirt, jeans, and boots, all of which became muddier as the day progressed.
There is something calming about watching the slow progress of grapes drying to form raisins, especially when I am all flushed in the evening from a four-kilometre walk in weather still too hot to give serious credence to the coming of autumn. Both such activities form a useful adjunct to my too busy mind, and […]
How readily we hurl words into the ether, without a care for where they land, or how they might later be retrieved!
Birdsong sounds my joy at this special moment when the day turns, for I have not yet uttered a sound in my solitude