Virginia Woolf
My Orinda garden is divinely lovely in the early evenings, after the sun has set and the lights come on. It casts an almost magical spell. Everything it seems, is in bloom. The dogs follow me about as I clip spent roses, pull a rogue weed here and there, and enjoy the last few hours of the day.
Six tomato plants were planted last week, red and yellow bell peppers, and basil....always basil. We are eager for the black mission figs to ripen and add a touch of sweetness to the end of a good meal. I'm also considering making the fig pie mentioned in Jans Ondaatje Rolls The Bloomsbury Cookbook. But what exactly is treacle? And, will I be able to find it at any of my local markets?
