Tuesday, October 4, 2016

October 3, 2016

A watermelon vine twines about the front garden bearing one lush orange flower, evidence, probably, of my spitting seeds over the edge of the porch. It hasn’t time to make a watermelon, but I’m going to see to it that it has as much life as it can get between now and the freeze. The white rose blooms more heavily than ever.

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