Wow.
Back in June, the garden consisted of small plants and tall sticks, each staking out it's territory. From a distance, all you could see were the dowels poking up, like "x marks the spot." Now, the dowels are gone - vanished 'neath a sea o'green!! It's lush and junglelike, with hundreds (yes, hundreds) of hanging green tomatoes and peppers Lanterns of tomatillos spread across the soil like chandeliers on green arms. Pumpkins, squash and watermelon lurk under a carpet of giant leaves. Grapes are blushing purple. Potato greens are spreading and falling, like bowling pins - the potatoes digging themselves out of the ground.
While weeding, I just happened to look straight ahead and directly into the thoughtful eye of a tree frog. He was crouched firmly on the leaf stalk of one of the giant sunflower plants, a long dark stripe hanging out of his mouth. His tongue? An insect, half-digested? His throat gurgled as his eye kept watch. The green - oh. A shimmery greeny-yellow; like the nailpolish I bought this summer. What a gorgeous creature.
Pat startled a snake, or "Bill", as he fondly identifies all snakes (after a principal who was particularly reptilian in manner). It zipped through the blackberries and slid like a rope up into the chives.
Thousands of greens and textures and shapes. An artist's dream.
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