In the rain, in the evening, in the garden, I will come

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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.

Comments

[jinian.livejournal.com]

It does look that way, especially in the first shot. All those lovely peltate leaves are nasturtium, too. (The tomato leaves are the spotty compound ones.)

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(The tomato leaves are the spotty compound ones.)

Weirdly, I think I would have been much less confused by the tangle of greenery around Abbie's grave if I hadn't had a cold. Tomatoes have a distinct and piercing smell which nasturtiums do not share; I'd probably have noticed the other thing in there if I could breathe through my nose.

(I find being without a sense of smell incredibly disorienting. It's not out of commission right now, it's just muted, but it's still not fun.)

[jinian.livejournal.com]

I love the smell of tomato vines, even now that I can't eat tomatoes. They smell of poison, sure, but it's poison emblematic of summer.

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They smell of poison, sure, but it's poison emblematic of summer.

I like that image.

(Nightshade allergies or something else about tomatoes?)

[jinian.livejournal.com]

Tomato and pepper sensitivity: they give me headaches and joint pain, but no histamine reaction. Pickling seems to help, though cooking doesn't, which makes me very curious about exactly what the problem is. I have not yet succumbed to the urge to fractionate a tomato and test the components on myself. Eggplant and potato are fine, luckily.