Thursday, December 20, 2007

wallnut oil, rime, never

Getting home yesterday after a visit to the dentist, I find that my friend, Tristan the blogger has made a brief visit and left a wonderful litre bottle of French wallnut oil, outstanding with warmed goat cheese and, as Tristan reminded me last time he presented us with such a bottle, with toasted wallnuts.

Looking closely at the rime on top of a wall, I see that it is composed of thousands of tiny spikelets piercing the cold air like mountain peaks.

"Never, never, never, never," says a young man to his girl friend, as they pass me in the street, "ever, ever!"

1 comment:

marja-leena said...

Mmm, tastes, sights, sounds...very nice! Enjoy these days leading ut to Christmas!