Harvested all the Hungarian Blue poppyseed heads this morning.

Wind had wrecked havoc with the plants. The potential for rain storm damage grows each day in this season of anticipation: the time when the mercury pushes relentlessly towards triple digits and we breathe and endure, waiting for the blessing of monsoons.

The seed heads are currently drying on the kitchen household altar in the care of the ancestors.

A beautiful backdrop to my kitchen activities.



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