My kind of market (II)

My kind of market (II)

colour, discovery, happiness

If you follow this website, you will know I’m partial to cornucopian markets bursting with fine foods and other delights.  Here’s a new description to whet the appetite for such magical human hubs. The Abkhazian bazaar!  Those smells, the sounds … It...
To shout with grass

To shout with grass

beauty, colour, resilience

Isn’t that exhilarating, the land shouting with grass?  And due to successive years of dousing rain, it feels lush and burstingly, verdantly abundant.   There would be five or six wet and wonderful years when there might be nineteen to twenty-five inches of...
My kind of market

My kind of market

beauty, colour

You may have noticed that I love basket-bursting, banquet-spread descriptions of food.  However, while meals can be sumptuously presented, market stalls collapsing under the weight of their rampant verdure are harder to find.  So, imagine the joy of walking around...
Fruit and more

Fruit and more

happiness

This line from a George Herbert poem bespeaks a sense of abundance and satiety – the wine is made of grapes, so you don’t need them besides.  Herbert collected nearly two thousand aphorisms and they echo in his poetry.   ‘But can he want the...

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