Cilantro Angst
” Didn’t you say we’re out of cilantro?” Pomi looked at the bowl of salad I had placed before him. ” I popped down to the greengrocer’s.” ” You didn’t have to!” My… Continue reading
” Didn’t you say we’re out of cilantro?” Pomi looked at the bowl of salad I had placed before him. ” I popped down to the greengrocer’s.” ” You didn’t have to!” My… Continue reading
Another hot summer morning. Pomi is very silent these days. I set up a little pool for him and floating in the water in a sandwich box my little crochet darling lounges the… Continue reading
“The veggies are here.” Something came clambering up the stairs. The door to my workroom opened and in walked Pomi. ” I paid him.” ” You paid who?” ” I paid the delivery… Continue reading
I went upstairs early. I wanted to hose down the windows before breakfast. Through the glass I saw Pomi. He was sitting on the stool looking out of the window, munching away on… Continue reading