Intermission, gardenal

Took the day half off from Unlikeness. Slept in a bit, read a bit. Wrote a bit too. Then attended to a garden prolific in my negligence of it. Today’s harvest

august produce

And this evening’s meal (11:03 and it’s still simmering the liquid down)

tom and zucch

Got some Italian sausage to pop in there before I’m done. This post has unofficially been not about politics nor about writing neither. Good night.

P.S. But here’s a image to feed the spirit

counter-protest

You know what it is right? what we need & hope for, goodness overwhelming.

First salad

K all those foodies who go on? about first freshness and all that? and I and you gag? Well I take it back.

first salad

Wee as it was, this little salad, from my teensy way late raised bed, oh my. That little yellowy-orangey tomato finished finishing off my childish childhood aversion to tomatoes raw – so sweet. Radishes, mesclun, snap peas, ah.

WILLIAM LOGAN.

THIS IS WHAT THE RED WHEELBARROW DEPENDS ON.

YES I HAVE THE WORDS IN THE MEANT ORDER.

READ THIS PLEASE TO SAVE US ALL.