Thursday, October 14, 2010

"...I'm about to throw some tomatoes on the griddle to fry...kick off your shoes and sit awhile..."





We had house guests- followed by a house guest, who will be followed by house guests. Zok has been in constant motion, in the kitchen, cooking meals.
His nephew is here, working a contracted job as a 'sparky', which is Australian for 'certified electrician'. He is on night shift, from 6 p.m. until 3 a.m., and Zok likes to make sure he isn't starving on his way out the door, and in case he has failed this task, two to three food options are packed up in travel containers for the hours he is away.

All the while the weeds are still winning their battle to overcome my patience to get rid of them.
The first Convict City Roller bout is drawing nearer.
The garden plants bloom and die and bloom again.
Zok learned to make bread.
I planted a pin-cushion Hakea.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

green? xox

Colleen said...

That's a lyric from the new Ray Lamontagne- record that I love-
The title of the release is 'God willin' and the creek don't rise'

Anonymous said...

Ok, just checkin'!