Cauliflowers

cauliflowers

Cauliflowers are ideal subjects for me to practice drawing as I attempt to get my right hand back in full working order.

cauliflowers

These, drawn in Adobe Fresco on my iPad, were some that I photographed at a greengrocers in Les Halles, when we visited Paris last month.

cauliflowers at Les Halles

Cauliflowers featured in Léon Lhermitte’s monumental painting of the market at Les Halles, on display at Le Petit Palais.

My drawing of cauliflowers at Les Halles from Léon Lhermitte’s painting.

Clouds in my Coffee

cauliflower

“Who sings this one?”

“I can hardly hear it,” the waitress replies.

You’re So Vain.”

“Oh … Carly Simon.”

“That’s it! Brilliant.”

“Shows my age.”

“I’m not surprised she knew,” chips in the other waitress, “She’s always singing. Every day is karaoke here.”

The date and apricot flapjack was good too. It had a hint of bonfire night about it, made with dark brown sugar and, I’m guessing, black treacle.

It’s the one with the line ‘I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee’, which is appropriate because I’m on to my second latté at the Thorncliffe Tasting Room, Emley, while Barbara does a round of the adjoining farm shop for a bag of shopping, including this cauliflower.

This was our first visit to the Tasting Room, although we’d often called at the farm shop but we’ll soon go back there. It’s only six miles from home but it’s another 150 metres in altitude. The panorama included Drax Power Station (currently burning wood pellets sourced from old growth forests in Canada according a recent BBC investigation).

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Thorncliffe Tasting Room