Photo of mangoes taken last summer at the Taste of the Danforth food festival...xo
The other day while reading one of my "food-for-thought" staples, Paris Parfait-I enjoyed reading Tara's list of the things she would be. "If I Were" was inspired by someone down the blogging line, and picked up by Tara via Julochka's blog, Moments of Perfect Clarity. Now it is my turn. I'll pass the torch on to you, should you like to join in the creativity. Leave me a comment if you do one of these, so I can visit and read all about who you would be...xo
If I were a time of day, I’d be 3 a.m...
If I were a sea animal, I’d be a blue whale of the Indian Ocean....
If I were a piece of furniture, I'd be a deluxe four poster bed in which to dream upon...
If I were a liquid, I'd be Argan Oil...
If I were a gemstone, I'd be lapis lazuli...
If I were a tree, I'd be a sequoia...
If I were a tool, I'd be a mortar & pestle...
If I were a flower, I'd be a rambling red rose
If I were an element of weather, I'd be an orange sunset with no clouds in sight...
If I were a musical instrument, I'd be a zampoña!
If I were a colour, I'd be RED
If I were an emotion, I'd be LOVE.
If I were a fruit, I'd be a juicy orange (liquid sunshine)
If I were a sound, I'd be the click of a marker cap going back on.
If I were an element, I'd be gold.
If I were a car, I'd be a red convertible Mustang...
If I were a food, I'd be souvlaki!
If I were a place, I'd be a loft apartment in New York City with a view of Central Park...
If I were a material, I'd be pashmina...
If I were a taste, I'd be black licorice :)
If I were a scent, I'd be oriental
If I were a body part, I'd be the heart.
If I were a song, I'd be THIS.
If I were a bird, I'd be a phoenix.
If I were a gift, I'd be a Moroccan wedding blanket...
If I were a city, I'd be Phoenix, Arizona...the valley of the sun :)
If I were a door, I'd be this one.
If I were a pair of shoes, I'd be oh...these. Right now anyways. Cute with boyfriend jeans or shorts.
If I were a poem, I'd be...
اولـها
که عشق آسان نمود اول ولی افتاد مشکلها
بـه بوی نافهای کاخر صبا زان طره بگـشاید
ز تاب جعد مشکینش چه خون افـتاد در دلها
مرا در منزل جانان چه امـن عیش چون هر دم
جرس فریاد میدارد که بربندید مـحـمـلها
بـه می سجاده رنگین کن گرت پیر مغان گوید
کـه سالک بیخبر نبود ز راه و رسم منزلها
شـب تاریک و بیم موج و گردابی چنین هایل
کـجا دانـند حال ما سبکـباران ساحـلها
همـه کارم ز خود کامی به بدنامی کشید آخر
نـهان کی ماند آن رازی کز او سازند محفلها
حضوری گر همیخواهی از او غایب مشو حافظ
مـتی ما تلق من تهوی دع الدنیا و اهملـها .
xo
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