Friday, 22 August 2014

The hues of the earth

... reflect a tranquility and calm...

...strut around with noisy abandon...

...are cheap...

... a labour of love...

... whittled into a dying art form ...

... ride the crest of silent waves...

... create surprises around every corner

...provide welcome relief under the shade of ancient olive trees...

... ring in the days of the week

... are even found under the sea

... and contained in pots of time.

Such are the hues of the earth
Found all around us in glorious colour.

Frannie xx     

© 2014 Francesca Muir

Friday, 15 August 2014

Greek beans... Fasolakia

    A big favourite in our house is Fasolakia (Greek for green beans)... 
    It's a traditional recipe made with olive oil (hence it falls into the category in Greece known as "ladera") and is made in one pot, which makes it even more appealing!

    1 kg green beans, trimmed
    3/4 of a cup olive oil (preferably Greek of course!)
    2 small onions, chopped
    1 clove of garlic, grated
    750g ripe tomatoes, grated or 2 large tins crushed tomatoes
    4 potatoes cut into wedges
    a pinch of sugar
    dried oregano 
    large handfull of fresh chopped parsley
    chopped dill
    salt and freshly ground pepper

    Heat oil in a large saucepan or casserole and cook onions, garlic, oregano for about six minutes 
    Add tomatoes and sugar and cook for a further 10 minutes
    Add potatoes and mix through
            Add beans, parsley, salt and pepper and cover with water
    Cover and cook for about half an hour until the potatoes are cooked through and the liquid reduced
    Add dill to taste

    Serve immediately with lashings of feta on top and crusty bread.



    Καλή όρεξη! 

    Frannie xx     

    © 2014 Francesca Muir

    Friday, 8 August 2014

    The art of accidental art

    Is it by accident or intention?
    That a casually placed pot sprouting a twisted vine creates a piece of art?

    Or that a hastily painted donkey shoe
    Pops when nailed in blue and framed in white?

    That boats drying on a window sill
    are art within art?

    And a broken pot artistically sitting on a stone wall
    Draws you to sit next to it and dream...

    ...of terracotta days and a table for two...

    ...and pet rocks resting,
    nestled into a wall. 

    Is it by accident or intention...
    That a simple drip can be so alluring?

    For the love of the art of accidental art...
    Long may it flourish and thrive!

    Frannie xx     

    © 2014 Francesca Muir

    Friday, 1 August 2014

    Shades of coral

     Shades of coral...

    ... are sometimes darker in hue...

     ... an explosion of warmth and perfection...

    ... often too good to be true...

    ... whether in flight...

    ... or simply looking at you!

    Found first thing in the morning...

    ... or sometime around sundowner...

    ... often in the oddest of places...

    ... and always welcome at my table...

    Shades of coral gently colour my days...

    ... and quieten my nights.

    Frannie xx     

    © 2014 Francesca Muir

    Friday, 11 July 2014

    Winter fruit

    An icy snow-bitten wind snaps at the fronds of the Monstera Deliciosa…
    The Fruit Salad Plant…
    Particularly apt here as its shredded leaves frame a pyramid of limes basking in the winter sun

    Where bitter sweet kumquats glow and patiently wait to be marmalade

    As a tumble of pomegranates masquerade as camellias

    And ever-delicious expats from the tropics grasp at strands of sunshine

    as they happily nestle in a rust bucket.

    Then there are the South American tree tomatos… tantalising tamarillos,

    And the citrus queen

    beckoning to be juiced.

    And finally the blushing corella pear and the ornamental cabbage flower sit silently in the shade, 
    waiting for a hint of warmth.

    And all this is just at the entrance to the Café.

    If this is what’s on the outside on a bright winter’s day in Sydney,
    Imagine what lies within?

    Frannie xx     

    © 2014 Francesca Muir

    Wednesday, 2 July 2014

    Dance by the light of the moon

     “And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,


    They danced by the light of the moon.”
    Edward Lear, The Owl and the Pussycat

    Frannie xx     

    © 2014 Francesca Muir








    Friday, 20 June 2014

    Getting my feet wet

    Dipping my toes in…

    Always tentative and somewhat nervous – though of what I have no idea
    Crashing in, it swirls around my ankles
    Glistening bubbles chattering away at my toes
    A momentary gasp. Cold!
    But then the ocean and my feet part company
    And we are left on the sand…
    Damp and invigorated.
    I step closer to the deep
    Then step back again
    Waiting … waiting…
    Waiting for the next wave

    Frannie xx     

    © 2014 Francesca Muir


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