Since the start of lockdown in March, there’s been a recurring theme in the game-playing I’ve engaged in with my two young daughters. It started with Salmon in a Rockpool. This was a fish Bolognese dish I’d often make at lunchtime, where the sauce – tinned fish with tinned tomatoes, oregano, garlic, olive oil, olives … Continue reading Storied Food: the Marketplace of the Old Normal and the Circle of Grace
Thick, soft tresses of maidenly blossom cascade – scented surf in a heavenly flood, Pure white dress of the Hawthorn will one day become berry necklaces scarlet as bloodAt the sight off a-gathering filling my basket I’ll go for a plentiful storeOf the berry that brews to a tea with the power to soothe and relax … Continue reading Ode to Hawthorn Berry Tea
If you go down to the woods today you’re in for a big surprise as dozens of darling dinosaurs compete for their opera prize A phrase from one may establish its rhythm, but then it’s lost as another phrase cuts blithely across it with all the informality of free verse, in rich cacophony And then that rhythm you heard before will suddenly … Continue reading Bird is Spring
N.ever H.as S.omuch been owedby so manyto so few N.ow H.ear S.ounds of claps and cheersfill the streets:We thank you N.urses H.ave S.uchstrength and courageWe give thanks to that brave crew. N.ew H.ope S.pringsThe storm will endAnd I will meetAgain with you.