Purple stuff
The berries look like smooth, symmetrical versions of grape-flavored Nerds candies, almost artificial.
Nearby, caryopteris 'Black Knight' is doing its best work in years. The bees don't just visit, they nuzzle it obscenely for long drunken intervals.
September Tomato
If I’d been a good gardener,
Avid, vigorous—
I would have planted them in June
And by now my harvest would hang heavy
In the autumn sun.
But no, I left them languishing,
Watered by storms and chance.
Exploratory rootlets, tasting earth, kept them alive,
Shamed me with their implacable reach
Through the bottom of the pots.
Well, look at you, green globes,
Swelling just in time for chilly nights
As if you had all the summer in the world.
We can’t go back; with luck, perhaps a few
Will make their way to gorgeous red by frost.
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