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)