Dec 17, 2022
I remember fondly the first time I heard of zucchini blossoms as an edible thing - in Italy. Lovely memory evoked by your poem. And of course the Lebanese in me is all over the "green pistachios...nicely"
I remember fondly the first time I heard of zucchini blossoms as an edible thing - in Italy. Lovely memory evoked by your poem. And of course the Lebanese in me is all over the "green pistachios...nicely"
J…Jen…Jeni…Jenine... Proper names are poetry in the raw. (W.H. Auden) Poet, singer, seeker, hippie grandmother gleefully revealing herself