everything food, produce and oom-nom-nom-nom related!

the little hidden garden of love

1 Comment

Yesterday we stepped out of the car and walked down the crunchy sparkly white-pebbled side of a dark gray house and suddenly thought we were in Italy. Or at least south of France or somewhere exotic like Mosman!

IMG_3240

IMG_3249

IMG_3243

A magical hidden courtyard set with a red and white checked table cloth on a little yummy table. Trees casting shadows on the ground. Flowers tumbling their unruly heads over one another. The smell of herbs and lamb and bread and the most delicious homemade hommus you’ve ever eaten. A glass of wine, deep ruby red, especially divine under the setting sun. Lamb, tossed in olive oil and rosemary, some in lemon grass. My senses, all being assaulted at once. Crusty bread, my carb intake for the year, consumed in one fell swoop but so satisfying. Tabouli. Usually bitter and yuck at food courts in a kebab. But delicious tonight. Homemade. Fresh. Lemony. Full of love. You could taste it.

IMG_3246

IMG_3241

IMG_3250

And the little lemon chocolate cups. And the berries. Tart. Sweet. Reflecting in the candle light. And the laughter. The stories. The banter. The selfies! The accents. Four distinctly different sounds…. My beautiful little Italian. My funny FUNNY Lebanese. My husband. The only man at the party last night. His warm deep laugh setting the kookaburras off too. And me. Indian as all hell! Content to just be in the moment. Content to be alive. Happy to have finally found a home away from home. To have made peace with life in Sydney. To feel doubly blessed that I really do now have two homes. India home and Australia home.

IMG_3279

IMG_3251

And so we raised our glasses to friendship and to love.

IMG_3247

IMG_3254

IMG_3255

And to friends. Who are like the stars. Dee x

IMG_3256

IMG_3285

Advertisements

One thought on “the little hidden garden of love

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s