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With Love and Passion

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It is said that Eve offered Adam a pomegranate, not an apple – one of natures most friendly fruits – what if she also gave him a dish of passion fruit?

Yesterday evenings’ dog walk passed trees and bushes tempting me with oodles of vitamins and life – all picked from the roadside from wild trees and bushes.

Bowls of fruit for breakfast at Villa Roquette

Almonds, passion Fruit Figs and pomegranate picked yesterday at VillaRoquette.com

Now I know where the sweet almonds hide.

September in https://villaroquette.com is a month of passion and anti-oxidents – the guests are up late for breakfast again !

Light Softly Filters Through the Branches

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I am taking control of what I eat – resisting food marketing and eating for needs.

The pleasure of walking the dog and foraging the fields and hedges – September is a bonus month

I am told there are 17 varieties of figs around us in the South of France – most justfall and rot on the ground now, but twisting a few from the tree and savoring the stucky pleasure is not to be missed.

Fr-uit from the fields around Villa Roquette

Fruits of the Fields around Villa Roquette

Blackberries tase different from bush each bush, it takes as much energy to pick a handful as tother is in the food perhaps – a great way to control a diet.

Soon the grapes will be harvested, the trick is to find the one vine in a field which is for the benefit of the pickers and not planted for wine. I guess the machines don’t notice this.

Local Fruit from the Fields around Villa Roquette

Villa Roquette has a store of wild fruit from local hedgerows

Almonds are naughty nuts – bitter trees shelter the sweet ones.

Now we take the deadwood from the fields and woodlands for our winter fuel, chestnuts – what can I do with the plenteous quinces?

Montpellier in May

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Montpellier is a quiet and vibrant modern mediaeval city – obviously from that description it is full of contrasts.

Inspired by a photography exhibition of the work of  W Eugene Smith at an exhibition there this week, I am hungry to get back to real photography again.

Looking for an apartment for our son who plans to be there at university, I am beginning to see things again – I always loved torn posters on walls, i did a series in Brick lane in London in the 1970s – it is not the same with color – but it is a start