Then it explodes into glory.
And in its Steuben container it dominates for over a week.
time scratches at the walls during small talk,
it inches forward in every parking lot.
I exist amongst it,
invisible to the world like im made of glass.
Adam Sessions
Note: With the garden resting for the winter the posts will become more irregular. The fruits of this years gardens despite the ferocious intrusion of the deer have been extraordinary. Eh?

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