She rose early.
Waited for the sun to dry the dew on the emerald basil leaves.
Then before its rays could steal their fragrance she filled the basket.
The heavy perfume of basil filled her kitchen.
Mozetich’s music – Postcards from the Sky filled her soul.
She plucked the basil leaves.
Added olive oil.
Cloves of pungent garlic.
Crushed them into an alchemy of green.
Capturing summer for the months ahead.
A click on PISTOU for this very practical, very French recipe from sun-drenched Provence.