In The Land Of The Crooked Shed

There is voodoo. Amorphophallus bulbs at full leaf.

A chorus of katydids and crickets sing into the darkness of a wild garden filled with the creatures of the night.

One day I dreamed of a meadow filled with wildflowers. I would like to make a garden like that. It was made real.

The Devil's Walking Stick, Aralia spinosa, came to join in.

On this mountain, cool rains continue in a world on fire. It is a peculiarity. It has been so cool, the production of fine produce has been stifled. The magenta spires of Joe Pye still wave.