February 19, 2010

Hyssop Johnnie Jump Up Moon Flower Lavender Chard I have packets of seed.  And their promise is more thrilling, every year, than art.  As sure as a coon dog runs under my window, as sure as everything devoid of ego and true, that which you can coax yet never control.  Repeated every year always a surprise, as beautiful as youth.  And sometimes don't you even enjoy the dirt on your floor?

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