"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, April 25, 2010
Transplanted a morning glory that I purchased on Tuesday at the Borough Hall farmer's market. It had one bloom on it at that time. That promptly fell off. Saturday morning, though, there were three new blooms. Glory.