The weekend was cool and drizzly and the weather gave me a
good excuse just to enjoy it with Keith who was home for one of those rare
weekends. The universe opened its heart this weekend.We saw two rainbows on
our way home and on Sunday morning as I opened the bedroom curtains there was
another rainbow over the orchard.
Watching Keith enjoying the property as if he sees it for
the first time makes me realise that I sometimes forget just how amazing it is. I get so focused on what needs to be done that I go from one task
to another without taking a moment just to enjoy this special place.
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| Potbread with a Linseed Heart |
As it was Valentines weekend the town was caught up in the
buying of flowers, chocolates and pink sparkling wine. Friday night I watched
the frantic buying of gifts at the local supermarket. A young guy stood in
front of the small selection of fresh flowers and reached for a bunch of Inca
lilies. I was silently impressed because the
Inca lilies were the freshest looking, but he decided against the lilies and bought
the last bunch of roses that should rather have been sold the previous week.
For the young lovers it will remain special because the heart
that bought the flowers will last longer than the fleeting gift. For one moment
it will be the most amazing flowers that his lover will ever receive. I
chastised myself for allowing my need for perfect detail to rob me of
appreciating a moment of innocence where a worse for wear rose as a token of love
is more important than the perfect lily.
In front of me at the till a farm labourer was buying a tiny
bottle of pink sparkling wine with two glasses filled with chocolates and other
snacks wrapped in cellophane with lots of red ribbons. Clearly it was a special
gift for somebody special and for that moment it did not matter that he was
paying nearly a day’s wages for it. Sometimes we just need to do something that
is bigger than the moment for that special person in your life.
The weather beaten face was soft as he tenderly put the gift
in a carrier bag, who knows how far he still had to walk to give his
lover this gift that will bring a moment of lightness into their life.
His tred must have been light going home because his heart must have been filled with the
unbearable joy of knowing the happiness he carries home tonight.
For all the dislike I have for the commercial machine that
drives these special days it warms my heart to witness these small acts of love.
To celebrate this day I thought I will put my heart into the
evening meal to share the love and care that goes into my vegetables.
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| Yellow Tomato and Leek Soup with an Ashton Creme Heart |
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| Roasted Tomatoes and Brinjals |
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| Lamb Roll with a Mint Sauce, Roasted Tomato and Brinjal Mousse Heart and Roast Potatoes |
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| Keith's Roasted Potatoes |
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| Pear and Plum Pancake with Ginger and Honey |
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| The Food of Love |
A very special meal that is an expression of all that is beautiful. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteOh my word! So well expressed. I could perfectly picture the people in my mind's eye. And your meal was a labour of love too. Happy Valentine's- for what it's worth.
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