those little beans look like chick peas to me.
Not so many years ago, when I was sitting in an office in a high rise building in St Georges Terrace, dreaming of retiring, I could not have dreamed of a better day than I had the other day.
I dreamed of having a vegie patch, I dreamed of making apple cider and wine and vinegar and cheese and soap. I dreamed of cooking in a solar oven, of making pizzas and baking bread in a brick oven. I dreamed of preserving produce that I had grown, I dreamed and I dreamed…. And whilst I sat in that office, looking at the clouds come and go, I tried to work out what I really wanted in life, what I wanted to do. I knew it involved getting out of that office as quickly as possible, but what else?
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