The driveway to our home in northern Nigeria was lined with tree-tall poinsettias. How they made it from Mexico to Africa is unknown.

The last one came from a conversation I had more than 20 years ago with a woman who had been married to a famous rock star. She told me all about it as we waited for dinner. Within the last few years she published her autobiography and included everything she told me sitting on that sofa.

This is a great explanation.

This has been a fun week visiting blog on both side so the Atlantic.

Thanks for the post. The Seventies were a time of deep personal and societal transformation beneath an exterior jacket of sex, drugs and rock 'n roll.

Let me help you step through a magic mirror back to a 1970s commune where the residents were protesting the war, eating brown rice, smoking a little weed, and experimenting with free love.

Let me help you step through a magic mirror back to a 1970s commune where the residents were protesting the war, eating brown rice, smoking a little weed, and experimenting with free love.

Fabulous cover.

There is lots of work in that. Haven't knitted inyears. Should get back to it.

Love them. Got my pans at a big estate sale put on by the Tucson Museum of Art. I use Julia Child's recipe.

This looks great. I always make it with asparagus with lemon-y ricotta. This is a different take, same process, different flavors.

I think every American child should receive lunch. But I'm a woke flaming liberal pinko. One less fighter jet should do it.

Definitely going to try these.

Would love to go but it is "at capacity."

Had my book club read this. Mixed reaction. The action is slow but my feeling is that life was slower then. I loved it.

Typical of WWI. By the time the US got in the war, Europeans had been fighting for a couple of years. All the farmers were soldiers. They could barely feed themselves and they sure couldn't feed the soldiers we sent over to help. We had to send food--wheat , sugar, and meat--with our troops.

Aloes are incredibly tough. I've uprooted some (mine in Tucson spread like crazy), left them sitting in the sun for weeks, then stuck them in the ground. They were perfectly happy. Can hardly kill them.