Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Yesterday evening, I picked these leaves and two surprise roses on the roof. I wore a sweater. My feet were cold.
The leaves are very clean, except for the spinach (hiding at two o'clock, behind the pea shoots) which has quilted undersides that seem to hold onto every piece of grain of splashback after rain. No bugs, either, apart from one lurking cucumber beetle, desperately gnawing a small hole in a fava leaf.