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  • The basil was sweet, small-leafed; green was in bushels, in abundance. The chives hadn't jived yet into flowers. The parsley was Italian. Off-camera the tulips had gone to wilt, the variegated ones with the induced virus, the species wildlings in Persian carmine. The oregano had sprouted petite resiny mauve flowers -- the surprise! --. Everything was overgrown, the air was Great Lakes humid.

    Bee Balm and the bees, Butterfly Weed and the butterflies.

    In a summer moment under the patio umbrella, I sat at the old iron table: quiet, the green had no chatter. Sweet like basil, the momentary shade.

    Just silent chives, and some fizzy.

    (Photo by Susan, the garden, August 2012)
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