Tucking away the grayness
of Sunday’s paper,
instead 
tucking into
a world that exists
in a small corner 
of a smaller garden.
Fruit and flowers
radiate 
botanical eroticism 
vibrating 
lush
early summer
abundance,
spewing seed,
a middle aged man in crisis.
Berries, borage 
thyme, fennel 
lettuce, sage
chamomile, calendula 
left to run wild,
candy for bees.
Thin tangly vines
the arms of 
Joan Didion
pop with neon blooms
catching eyes
stealing breaths
lacing salads,
the foraging hands 
buzzed by busy
hummingbirds, honeybees 
their tiny bodies
the genius of adaptation 
instinctively 
beckoned
deep into the cup
of color.
#nasturtium #foodforbees #gardening  (at At Home in Napa)

 
            