11.11.2011

THE AUTUMN GRASSHOPPER


Or is that thing a cricket? Whatever it is, I couldn't let the weekend arrive without a tribute to everything green in my garden, from the solar lamp that glows all night, to the artichoke still thriving--a perch for the fine fellow who visited me last fall, too, or his forebear did. My herb garden is still vibrant, full of parsley, rosemary, thyme, lemon verbena. Yellow calendula flowers nod through the arugula. It looks like midsummer in that tiny patch of earth. Without packing house, I've moved to a new growing zone. 

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