The days dwindle down

A biplane buzzes through the storm clouds overhead, and the brain-damaged cat speaks in Siamese . The sweet olive’s tiny beige blossoms with the Christmas-cookie smell wind down while the purple astors gear up. Soybean plants turn from green to bright yellow to a lifeless brown, almost overnight, while sugar maple leaves ignite and the dogwoods… Continue reading The days dwindle down

Sumer is icumen in

On Saturday morning He Who Wears Plaid Shirts took my favorite Chicago knife to the garden and came back with Chinese cabbage, regular cabbage, broccoli and the snowiest cauliflower heads I’ve ever seen. We’d already bought 2 gallons of strawberries and a pound of snow peas at Howard’s berry patch so after I tried another… Continue reading Sumer is icumen in