"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."
Friday, August 17, 2007
Late season apricots
From the Union Square farmer's market. I also purchased some "bamboo" honey, made from Japanese knotweed. A nasty little invasive, but its nectar makes for a fine rich, dark honey.