Plants are wild, wild fun…
…a soul will never drown in boredom or despair or loneliness, if said soul slows down enough to listen to the song of a leaf that knows how to touch the sky without letting go of her roots.
chayote… getting a bit grabby (while drinking up the evening sun)
passiflora… budding happily (I counted at least 9 soon-to-be-blooms)
strawberry… blooming so prettily (and showing off her rain-jewels)
tomato… fruiting and blooming at the same time (the show off!)
dearest chayote… tendrils practicing BDSM in the urban wild? I wonder what the leaf’s safeword might be… Do you care to guess? Go on, guess— plants delight in spreading the fun. Really, I’ve asked… between songs.