Just outside the back door,
there’s a lawn
of self-sown baby spinach,
the last lettuce before winter,
a cucumber,
and tomatoes from the few bushes that survived
a hot, dry summer.
Add some balsamic vinegar and olive oil.
There’s lunch.
Simple food can satisfy even the most sensuous of souls.
Looks delicious ;-D
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It was. Thanks.
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Charming. And appetizing 🙂
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Thank you. It was indeed a delicious challenge.
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