A robin pranced around the skullcap patch.
I cut a bouquet of hydrangeas and found a cricket, its antennae at least as long as its narrow, translucent body.
A mockingbird again snacked in the elderberry.
Half a dozen rabbits enjoying a good silflay throughout the gardens and slim meadows of the Fens.
Also, I don’t want to be too redundant, but I somehow woke, right around four thirty, without a bit of cricket, katydid, or conehead in my ear. Was it too cold? Or were they merely weary?
Across the street from one of Boston’s most beloved and familiar scenes…
my partner and I hold temporary rights to a small parcel of paradise – a plot in The Fenway Victory Gardens.
In anticipation of spring, which can’t be Too far away, I would like to tell the story of our little spot of land. This, of course, is an abridged version – many fruits, blooms, and weeds will go unnamed. I hope to offer a taste of our gardening year, though! Continue reading
In the beginning you could almost only see dirt. Some touches of green in the apple leaves and the bedraggled foxglove, but mostly it was just staring at me, my autumn garden full of garlic and onion flowers nestled and covered with soil. 
But above me there was the confused profusion of mixed-up cherry blossoms…
And behind me a perfect blackberry leaf that Alana found and posed. 
This is Alana. 
She looked asleep as the garden was put to bed in lawn leaves and hay. 
The kale that grew from seed that Matt saved is robust and bright. It was hiding behind tomatoes all summer. 
And the horseradish! What a royal, leggy, triumphant treat. I will be pickling it this week for use on many sandwiches.
Its long leaves can be sauteed, but though they appear lush here, mine were eaten by someone else first. 
I found a perfect, hollow snail shell,
And plucked some fennel seed for after supper ruminations,
And kept my eyes on those blossoms. 
It’s hard to believe that once, only a month ago, it all looked like this. 
Spokes & Petals 