It started with the radishes. Wily little blushing suckers;
plop-popping up everywhere, ready to be plucked from
the soil and ravenously ravished in spicy bites. We thought
briefly of carrots, but thought better. Bitter being better, per
-haps. Or maybe something more in fashion, a fusion of
blueberry and breeze. We all want something from this
hollow ground, some hated approximation of strange,
some range of loose-lipped lie and little garden tag
stating how better to take care of this lonely
one: more water, less sun.
Whew. Caught up with Quickly. This is for day 13.