Look at these globular beauties, sourced from our little Three Sisters patch! That big green one is larger and heavier than any of our cats. And yes, I did weigh because y’know – Science, y’all…
In that wonderfully chaotic way that squashes have – those little orange handfuls are supposed to be giant Cinderella Musquee de Provence’s, and I could have sworn the giant green was supposed to be a Turban. Doesn’t look very turban-y to me?
Occasionally, in my most purple of moments I wonder if there is some imaginal realm out there for all the ill-formed and forgotten books that time has forgotten. A corner of the unreal where these dreams still have some existence, even if their plots are dangling out of their seams and they use far too many expressive’s.
I imagine some infinitely patient caretaker, still tending these half-formed things like the scraggy and ancient Lavender that I keep alive in my garden. It might be kinder to uproot it, but a part of me hopes that it might yet produce flowerstalks.
and of course, our good friend, sitting on the washingline and still managing to avoid a decent photo. I dont think I have ever managed to take a non-blurry picture of a corvid; maybe it’s impossible. Like they refuse to be captured