It's the zing on the tongue,
And tang of aged cheese.
Indescribable,
That lingering sensation,
That is garlic.
Nutty masculine essence of a European forest.
Fresh and moist.
It's the sweet, sharp aroma that sends my mind,
Wine dampened,
To sun drenched Mediterranean hills.
Subtly citric,
Extra virgin.
Grind, grind, grind....
Inhale....
Mmmmmm
The creation of fresh basil pesto.
Here's the challenge - compose a poem each day for one year, that reflects my agrarian life. On our hobby farm on the edge of the Monaro my husband Matthew and I raise children (I have eight, though only five remain at home), sheep, goats, chooks, piglets, a milking cow and her calf, fruit and vegies. To support this enterprise I teach in the remotest school in Victoria - if anywhere in Victoria is truly remote.
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Saturday, 10 January 2015
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