(Disclaimer: All photos were taken yesterday, when I couldn’t resist the sunshine and the realization that things were changing every day out in the garden, and I had better hurry up if I wanted to capture some of the journey. And so, as I am wont to do, I went on a photo-shooting spree after a month without touching my lovely Nikon. Really, it would be more accurate to call these “Snapshots of a Day at 56 High Street, and an Unconnected Assortment of Words.”)
|Green tomato today… what will tomorrow bring?|
New bean stalks rear dinosaur heads out of the cracked earth.
Love spills out of my ears.
|Green tomato. Yellow flower.|
Rabbits and foxes and hedgehogs, oh my! They eat everything except the chives…
One lost, baby-size sneaker sits on a windowsill outside a Main Street shop.
|An abundance of thyme. No pun here.|
My neighbor, Mr. Cardinal, sits on his perch in royal ruby splendor, presiding over my morning commute along High Street.
|Snow pea spirals to get lost in.|
A vine explodes along the back deck. Green exuberance.
|Dreaming already of fiori di zucca!|
I notice two red glitter hearts stick to the pavement as I walk to work. They leave a smile in my thoughts that lasts the day.
A teenage boy on a bicycle shouts at me as he zips by. His words are unexpected: “Have a good day!”
So much green. An abundance of green. A superabundance of green! Green green green.
Watermelon in Vermont? You bet! Gifted to me today at the Middlebury co-op, and planted by my neighbor’s granddaughter in a sunny patch of ground.