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

[sovay]

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.

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[sovay]

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.

That sounds lovely. One of the perks of walking somewhere with schreibergasse is the way he will suddenly reach out and pull leaves off a tree or shrub and eat them, and then offer some to you.

[ladymondegreen.livejournal.com]

pecunium has been known to do that too. Heck, I sometimes do it. :)

[pecunium.livejournal.com]

there is a website/app for finding edible plants in Urbania:

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.

[sovay]

I grew up where there was all sorts of semi-feral produce.

Now I imagine lettuces prowling in packs, switching their tails as they watch the friendly naturalists with a wary eye.