"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."
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Nuts and Mast
Turkish filberts. Yellow buckeyes. Turkey oak.
The BBG was overflowing with late summer ripening. Cue loverboy John Keats. Pecans and walnuts, of various kinds, were also littering the ground, with many a toothmark.