A couple of weeks ago I posted about my balcony vineyard. I mentioned how the Greeks make spoon sweets from grapes (stafyli gliko). I decided to try making some myself. Here are the results. Lovely for yogurt. The recipe I used I got HERE.
The afternoon sunk forcing me to float alone.
Sometimes I hear myself when I talk. Sometimes I chose not to listen.
I didn’t know that yucca blossoms were edible. But would it have made any difference as I lack the courage to deprive a plant of its beauty.
For those of you who are braver than I, a recipe for Fried Yucca Flowers HERE.
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Autumn is changing the landscape’s colors and soon we will be leaving. And for this I feel slightly melancholic. But the beauty is there just waiting to feed my eyes. And my heart.
In a world that has become so aggressive and full of hate, I need nature’s caresses to keep me from becoming cynical and without hope.
“Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair”. Khalil Gibran
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Home is where the heart is and my heart is here.
This is the little wall where we sit to watch the sunset. I don’t know who put the slabs of marble there but it does give a poetic touch.
There was a man standing on a rock fishing. I was afraid he would fall. But seems he knew a lot about balance.
The Narrative Within 