For vegetarian brother Ken a simple dish of lentils and spinach spiced with turmeric, coriander, ginger, garlic and garam masala. He says it isn't simple because he follows and detects the different flavours. I am flattered. But it is simple.
After Ken leaves I immerse myself for the once again since since the harsh times begin in Schubert's String Quintet. While it is playing I it get dark. As it gets dark I note a flash of lightening followed by a roll of thunder. With what triumph the last movement raises the spirit!
The sand and the tide have somehow organised the contents of that tin to make it look arranged. Excellent image.
Yes. I agree with you about Schubert's wonderful music.
It is nice to read about the spices I was enjoying today.
The photo brings to mind a snippet of Sappho's poetry translated by Mary Barnard:
If you are squeamish
the beach rubble -
Lucas Is it nature arranges it or the framing of the subject?
R That's a marvelous quote. I would not have guessed that it was Sappho. I am glad to know it.
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