It's not that it's been a particularly bad summer. In my role as Stoic Eco-Queen I try not to run the A/C too much and so far I've succeeded. The worst thing that has happened is the Allergy Malady and I continue to remain in denial that my front and back yards have become a menace. I am growing all kinds of flora in the front; some of it I recognize, others are "migrants". (True gardeners call them "volunteers" which I've never understood because if you were a seed and the wind blew you into my yard, or a cat shat (thank you! Dr. Seuss) you into my soil would you say that you had volunteered to grow there? I mean, if you were a seed.) Some of my migrants are undoubtedly weeds and drive the people who walk around with spray cans full of Round-Up mad. I keep them because I'm curious, wondering what they will become.
One such plant with large lozenge-shaped leaves produced aureoles of delicate pale white flowers. Now that those have died it's producing pods the size of a Christmas ornament. And this is where the Annie Dillard in me stops and girl who watched Invasion of the Body Snatchers one time too many takes over. I am actually expecting them to develop into pod people. I fully expect to come downstairs in mid-August, make my espresso, sit in the dining room window and only to find that Kevin McCarthy and Dana Wynter have metastasized right before my very eyes.
One such plant with large lozenge-shaped leaves produced aureoles of delicate pale white flowers. Now that those have died it's producing pods the size of a Christmas ornament. And this is where the Annie Dillard in me stops and girl who watched Invasion of the Body Snatchers one time too many takes over. I am actually expecting them to develop into pod people. I fully expect to come downstairs in mid-August, make my espresso, sit in the dining room window and only to find that Kevin McCarthy and Dana Wynter have metastasized right before my very eyes.
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