Summer was all hurry: grow and divide ’til hip-height, head-height, bracts of blooms and then green marbles, swollen worlds swirl tight as Titan’s cloud-tops. Adam Smith was right: o joyous economy, this wondrous chlorophyll.
tomato climacteric
gardening
The umbrella
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…like people living in a country whose language they know so little that with all manner of beautiful and profound things to say, they are condemned to the banalities of the conversation manual.
Somerset Maugham, The Moon and Sixpence.
……………………..afternoon.
the wife is in the garden.
he has her umbrella. Continue reading
Peter Frankis writes 