Digressing

I will use this space to digress a bit.

From Monday through Friday I live a pretty much plant live: I wake up at 6, shower, work, get back, cook, take care of the house and prostrate in front of TV. I have nothing to say and also no time to think: I just go.

Nothing more natural than to get extremely hyper-active with a Saturday! I do so much on a Saturday, specially if we are on spring/summer! I walk out to buy plants, to throw paper and glass away (I also do that during winter but then by car and very quickly!), I walk to the grocery because I enjoy being outside, I talk to my plants. Its a lot of activity for a woman-plant that sits in the train from Monday to Friday.

And so, I have also lots of pictures and ideas I need to get out of my circulatory brain system.

 

Still not used to live in a place where seasons are clearly defined. I still get surprised (and emotional) when I see scenes like this: one forget-me-not just popping up from the dirty ground that was frozen and wet for the past eight months. She survived! Isn't she pretty?

Thyme! Oh fresh, lovely thyme... to my kitchen. Do you believe I did not plant it? It came flying from another pot and has planted itself here. Alone.

Small son has a garden of his own. Mr. M. has been possessed by the flowerpot ghost and is constructing flower pots. Big ones. We planted sunflowers on rows so we can have our small Tuscany by July.

After building flower pots, Mr. M went to make raviolis. What a man! (This is not an ad. Attention because he has so many defects that you would never ever afford to live with him. This is something that just me, Simone, can do).

Ok, I made the dough because he has eaten his own finger while constructing the flower pots. And this time, I did not photograph it. That gorgeous, delicious, ravioli with ricotta and prosciutto.

It was divine! With a home-made tomato sauce.

And this is my most precious treasure in the kitchen: my pasta bike. How I love it. The raviolis are made of "semola di grano duro" that I brought from Italy a while ago. It is gorgeous to make pasta with it. And yes: the pasta bike is mounted on the computer table... the only place where it fits perfectly!

Thank you for listening to my digressions.