the sweet smell of ten week old fabric softener

Gardening at night is just about the only option for those whose daylight hours are made of guacamole. Cerebral cakes that are baked at dawn and colloquial cakes baked at dusk act as parentheses, leaving only the night for the garden.

My parsnips have bolted and they look terrific though they won't yield any parsnips. My garlic-scapes are growing nicely. I will harvest all of the parsnip seeds later this summer, or early fall, and then will plant some of them next spring, after I have refurbished that garden bed with a fresh layer of compost. I haven't any other food growing on my property.

It has been a long time since I've written a limerick.

It has also been a long time since I've written a sonnet.

It has not been a long time since I posted a blog post, or commented on one.