home is set square
storm clouds blow due north
carrying all that is untethered
to unplanned locations
while we remain
drenched in the sweat of
crepuscule with wind vane
There’s a lady, a pretty lady, she doesn’t care.
She doesn’t like people to stare
so she lives on a hill in the middle of nowhere.
Beware of touching Rosemary. Her scent will linger with you.
You’ll remember sweet things and think fond thoughts.
Rosemary Flowers at Dusk
Today’s wages, a Cherokee purple tomato, among others, jalapeños, poblanos and habaneros, black eyed peas, more tomatoes and some eggs. It’s time to start pickling my peppers…
It’s pepper season…
I can’t claim it’s the tallest sunflower ever, but it’s the tallest one we ever grew…
Every spring, since moving to Greenville six years ago, we’ve planted a bouquet of sunflowers. We don’t harvest them, I guess because we don’t want them bad enough.
There’s plenty of competition from the bugs and birds. The squirrels are entertaining to watch climbing the stalks to get to the seeds. Sometimes they get to the top of a big one and sit on the flower, other times they knock the whole flower over.