In the rain, in the evening, in the garden, I will come
Photobomb post. I was in Lexington this afternoon: I took pictures of Abbie's cairn for
derspatchel and then I took pictures of other things in the garden. I gave them titles when I e-mailed them to myself from my mother's computer.

Cat turning into flowers.

Cat with new stones.

Garden box.

Logarithmic garden box.

Beating hearts.

Radio green.
Tomato [edit] vines and nasturtium flowers are beautiful. I think it is appropriate that they should grow about the grave of a cat who always knew that whatever food was nearest was his.
Cat turning into flowers.
Cat with new stones.
Garden box.
Logarithmic garden box.
Beating hearts.
Radio green.
Tomato [edit] vines and nasturtium flowers are beautiful. I think it is appropriate that they should grow about the grave of a cat who always knew that whatever food was nearest was his.

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I suspect my mother of being responsible for their initial planting, but I like that they've struck out on their own.
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It does, doesn't it? I learned about them in a garden in Southern Ontario a few years ago, from my best friend.
I have now eaten them on both coasts of this country, including a few wild ones at Morrow Bay when I went clambering around on the gorgeous rocks by the sea; they were waiting for me by the car park. Now I have some in my garden in the future hope of stealing some space from the ever encroaching Japanese knot weed, and they make a wonderful occasional 'checking on the plants' snack. I feed them to everyone.
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That sounds lovely. One of the perks of walking somewhere with
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http://fallingfruit.org/
But all that free food? I grew up where there was all sorts of semi-feral produce.
I find nasturtia to be a bit more than mildly peppery. I like it, but I think they taste more like a moderate mustard green.
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Now I imagine lettuces prowling in packs, switching their tails as they watch the friendly naturalists with a wary eye.
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I now have this horrible vision of everyone coming to a potluck with foods made from Japanese Knotweed.