"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."
Monday, January 25, 2010
The Smurf-like top of a bulb of hardneck garlic. I just cooked the last of my CSA veggies, some sweet potatoes. Nothing left now but some dried herbs. It's definitely winter.