Oops! Sorry to disappear like that! I heard my roses and zinnias whispering to me and I had to fly 3,000 miles to heed the call. This happens every year. Though happy and busy cooking the days away in California, when summer comes, I know there is only one place I can be: down a long dirt road - in a barn - next to a garden - overlooking a meadow. So up, up and away, over the country I went to that little Island where my family and my garden live. But Fall is here. And I'm back in the kitchen... That means more desserts are on their way!Monday, September 27, 2010
She Slipped Away to her Garden
Oops! Sorry to disappear like that! I heard my roses and zinnias whispering to me and I had to fly 3,000 miles to heed the call. This happens every year. Though happy and busy cooking the days away in California, when summer comes, I know there is only one place I can be: down a long dirt road - in a barn - next to a garden - overlooking a meadow. So up, up and away, over the country I went to that little Island where my family and my garden live. But Fall is here. And I'm back in the kitchen... That means more desserts are on their way!
