so many beautiful places and organisms and telephone cables around me. it might seem like the one picture not fitting in the series, but I must admit I find them beautiful, for real, the cables.
this is a note from mother broccoli. I planted this broccoli, it must have been sometime in august. I have seen it grow from the tiniest little leave to a slender plant into a massive bush of broccoli, perhaps the tastiest broccoli I have ever put in my mouth. I guess that is how you feel when you are the parent. your heart goes all mushy just looking at it and you care for it with tenderness and eat it with pride.
I started caring for a new batch of sourdough as well. simply born out of rainwater, rye flour and micro-organisms from the air. it is about three weeks old and already produced three wonderful loaves of bread.
gotta keep my hands and head busy, dancing will never be enough.
love from mother broccoli and sibling of sourdough.