The Ghost of Cabbage Past

  NaPoWriMo day twenty one and poem number twenty one is about those good old days when Olive Oil was something you used for earache and leafy greens were plentiful.  It’s called The Ghost of Cabbage Past The house smelt of cabbage cooked and eaten long ago but in no hurry to leave. The ghost of cabbageContinue reading “The Ghost of Cabbage Past”