ABUNDANCE Hot summer soup. No garlic but chives, butterbean brevity of conversation peppered. Sparrows foot dill-snatch and cauliflower fringe bubble over leaf's green tonguewhip. As aside a platter; garlic black bread, browned warm, hummed in candleflare. And dreams, visions of food: tables in a garden, trellis roses weeping, white linen and sun silver. Sweeping skirts of finest silk, lips pursed rouge, dusk-touched pouts of delight, and food, so much food Fine, sunshine flavours of gloried Abundance. Copyright © Averil Bones 2000