Nothing could be better than a bowl of farm eggs still warm. The art work was done by our hens, I am just tying to share it. Over easy anyone?
Last Drop of Summer’s Perfume
Two nights ago I grabbed all the basil from our garden, and rather unceremoniously plunked them (root balls and all) into a spaghetti pot filled with water to save them from a hard freeze. We had several large and healthy basil plants, so they look rather out of place on my counter until they meet their fate as pesto. The Thai basil was in bloom, so this little bunch made a perfect subject for a still life.