Some of my long-time readers may remember me talking about fermented foods, and kombucha specifically. I go through periods of fermenting foods and then my interest wanes for awhile and then returns. The last time I brewed kombucha was a few years ago. The pickle jars and bottles of 2nd fermentation were abandoned on shelves…
Author: Lisa or Li
mother, grandmother, gardener, observer of nature, reader, writer, learner, bicyclist, woman who runs with the wolves, lover of music, philosophical daoist. Welcome.
POPO2024 Day 23
Mlady kneads the air,purring her wayback to kittenhood.Teenager air guitars,twanging his wayto rock stardom.Crone thought bubblesa fading yesterday;a fuzzy tomorrow;“what a beautiful morning!”
POPO2024 Day 22
“You sure are nosy.”I was told as a child.Naive, not knowingI was in a placewhere you don’t ask questions.What parentwould be so heedlessas to drop me there?
#FF — A Tragic Mystery (with addendum)
PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox A Tragic Mystery In 1923, Big Moe is a giant in the world of grocers in Grand Rapids. Each Thursday, the Gustatory Gallavanters (GeeGees) meet at Moe’s Queen Anne style home for dinner and foodtalk. At exactly six, white-gloved servants begin bringing courses: steak tartare with raw egg; mandarin orange,…
POPO2024 Day 21
There are 7 fish in the tank.One is territorial,a passionate bully.She is afraid of nothingexcept me,the omnipotent deitywho stops once a dayto bring light and foodand passes by once in awhile.This morning, on my dailystop, I stayed.She froze in her cave.Six fish with full bellies.
POPO2024 Day 20
They say a house is like a person.This morning, after lookinginto a cupboard that is fullI find only half is crammedwith things I use.The other half is crammedwith things I used onceand might use again –but rarely or ever do.A house is like a person.
dVerse — Poetry Form Villonnet — Cool Verve
Cool VerveWhen gilded sunlight daubs the verve in fallA cooler brush upon one’s face and armsAs homely augur tickles with its charmsAlong meandered gardens do we walkWithin scorch rays and temps that burn us all,Tenaciousness unwelcome in its harms,An agent wakes, diminishes with smarm To gilded sunlight daubs cooled verve in fallLike feathers readied, gathered…
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