The time it was Chris Connor singing Lush Life how it brought back my college sweetheart, my first real love, who till I left her played the same record.

Peanut butter has nothing to say to a baked onion.

'Love bloomed like a flower'

The crocuses, you know, and the daffodils and the tulips.

It is the deepest countryside. As I write this under a vine in my vegetable garden, I look west across wooded hills and cannot see another building.

A brightly colored orchid enlivens my study, and, through the window, I catch a glimpse of my green garden. In short, my life like everyone s is enabled, enriched, and extended by a wide variety of plants and their derivatives.

Sometimes quite freshly floral, and then again sometimes extremely pungent.

The lack of meaningful development feeds the discontent of the tribal Mee, Moni, Dani, and Damal peoples, who live sprawled across Papua's verdant central highlands.

Oh, you have been cutting flowers.

And I'm a hypochondriac, and I remember arm numb means heart attack.

So I'm committing to potatoes I'm committing to milk I'm committing to leeks and broccoli all very important stuff.

Like sparks out of a pine log.

Onion

Gardening is my graffiti.

woodwork, cutglass mirrors, oldfashioned paintings, stucco garlands with baroque ornaments, trompel'œil capitals, false doors, fake columns, painted perspectives, false exits.

JO No. What do you think this is? Child Onion. JO Onion? No.

And a little onion.

A little onion.

Onions?

In researching the book, which includes recipes, Ms. Ziegelman prepared a period dish of baked onion stuffed with peanut butter.

Oh, I see by my onion it's 11 30.

Those damn magnolias are in bloom again... and so is my hay fever.

It means green onion for free.

Who knows what I am?

The trees said to the fig tree, 'Come and reign over us.'

The trees said to the fig tree, 'Come and reign over us.'

And the trees said to the fig tree, Come thou, and reign over us.

And the trees said to the fig tree, Come thou, and reign over us.

A little wine, a little onion.

I had onions at lunch.

That's two onion soups, a bottle of wine, 15 francs.

Your eyes of blue, your kisses too

You'll need the mahogany truncheon on this boyo.

He's frustrated.

And so what happens is that the new phenomena, the new skins, the inner skins of the slightly smaller skins of the onion that we get to, resemble the slightly larger ones.

They're not? They're wearing sarongs and hibiscus blossoms in their hair.

The end will come suddenly preceded by a general numbing sensation and dizziness.

Onion or olive? Oils.

Onion or olive?

You've gotten sad all of a sudden. Am I wrong?

I use the garden, the soil, like it's a piece of cloth, and the plants and the trees, that's my embellishment for that cloth.

Actually, I have them on stage with me grapevines, magnolias truly stunning.

Or they eat when they get depressed, or they use alcohol to numb the pain, or they work too hard, or watch too much TV.

This man is angry because somebody threw onions all over the staircase, and basically you know, I guess onions are a theme here.

She'll get buried where it's nice and green... and trees and flowers all around and...