a world of plums

plum delicious
that's plumtastic
it's a plum job, and i don't mind saying so
plum, and ripe for the picking

my goodness, but don't you look plum rich
done with great aplum
plums and berries, nature's treasures

pounds and pounds of plumbs
i am slow roasting them in a 200 degree oven, cut in half, a quick breeze of butter on their backs for 4 hours in the oven
i am making orangette's plum crumble with hints of ginger (photo above - and serving it to me friends)
i am freezing them for days when i am plumless and pitiful
i am hoarding recipes, like this one at a new blog find, imby & itchy
still harvesting my lovely, free fruits and vegetable finds
for days when the sky is a little bleak
the harvest all gone
and i want a ray of summer fruit shine to light the day

Put an apron on, would ya!?

put an apron on, would ya?
the food is tired of landing in your lap
the frosting highlighting your hair
the pasta lumping at your waistband
as if you didn't care

put an apron on, could ya?
the company comes a callin'
you cannot be a stallin'
changing your outfit twice and fallin'
prey to frumpiness in the end

put an apron on, already
your hands are not that steady
you've been drinking since my boss was getting
his hands up your chicken carcases rear end

put an apron on, dear lady
the outfit on you isn't heavy
and the gravy boat is like the damn's levee
after an earthquake hit's like lead

put an apron on, he said me
it's the return to once was etiquette
and the voice in the kitchen is ahead of
everything i feel most inclined to follow and be led

madly creative aprons at happy delusions

foraging before the sun fades

the sun is still bringing it's late summer smiles leaving more fruit, more verdant greens to water, to harvest, to pick like a squirrel, i gather for the winter and dream the dream of kitchen witches and common oven chiefs

life should be so simple, full of song the gather, graze and wander in this moment, i can live from the land and me likes

gardens are overflowing and there is no way of knowing when the land will embrace Fall with open arms and harden the earth with chill glances

so while the buds do bloom and the flowers continue to smell fine i grope in the vines pluck at the buds fill the freezer and smile like a cheshire cat with a mouthful of garden gorgeousness

Message to the Blogosphere: so you wonder why i am such a foodie blog follower as well as the made creator at this blog? i am slow roasting tomatoes in the oven daily (can't find the source right now, but 200 degrees with olive oil on top for 7-8 hours is GOOD!), making whole grain banana crunch cake from mags at the other side of fifty, plum cake from girlichef, tomato and corn pie from smitten kitchen, cookies and roasting some italian plums to boot yep foodie lover down to my little apple core and lovin' every minute of it

out and about today in town

out and about on a sun blessed journey
flipping my pedals and seeking a breeze
encountering visions and vistas that have no year
timeless treasures in my eye's focus

somethings should not change
comes around again
the appreciation, the chance to incorporate the old into the new
the shared vision with our ancestors

i found this tree in the warm afternoon
legs and all
monkeys in the branches, the tree warned me loudly
sock monkeys, me thinks
i should climb more often
leaves are so soothing
and monkeys give me hiccups of laughter at their hijinks

Message for the Blogosphere:

still a little MIA from the blog - forgive my absence - but it may just be good for the soul. introspection and introversion need not be heavy or harsh. i treasure the energy of sundays still - it feels different from all the other days, and should be a sacred day, whatever your persuasion. life goes by far too quickly, and a moment of quiet self indulgence and some sweet, deep thoughts are good for the soul. good for the soul - yes, bears repeating - let yourself be brought to the shores of this enviable beach of contentment

when i roam

the trip to the forest's edge was fraught with liquid sky
falling into the fire
we had to cool our heels
and enjoy the slowness of nature time
all so very, very fine

this lichen is the color of limes and summer frolic
could it soften my fall?
it smiles of tree silliness
nature's accent color as the season of Fall boasts it's presence
at the turn of a leaf and cloud

this guy had a big crush on me this holiday
his head nudging me for attentions and love
handsome and dark
what more could a girl want?

my roaming camping companions as we struck out past the fields
looking for respite
moments free of concrete harried stress
in between sighs and tranquility
too seldom found
cherished, unforgotten

Message to the Blogosphere:

I am back - and will resume my careening tour through all your blogs momentarily.

Choices, choices choices - at the corner of my life and where next? just go with your gut, baby, you can never go wrong in the long run if you just do what feels right. mind and heart must share space - do not over analyze what you know must be done. Face the fear of the best choice your heart can bear ( how can you fear your joy, sweetness?!)- cuz therein lies the gravy, the mana, the future of life.