Budding and Blooming and Fruiting and… BDSM?

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.


When Life Is at Its Crappiest, My Tomato Plant Blooms a Juicy Heart

These last few days have been rather crappy… and a bit puky… okay, really puky…

But like I said to a friend, after she asked why I was laughing so hard after having just hurled on my own foot, “Well, I still have a thing or three to be thankful for.” I mean, there are people out there who live with chronic health conditions that are much worse than mine. And unlike me, they can’t claim the superpower of being able to clean their own puke.

Also, how many people out there can walk into their living room to find out that their tomato plant has just bloomed them a heart? Yep, magic everywhere… and some of it, I can turn into salad.

Today, I had one of those “I cried because I had no shoes, then I met a man with no feet” moments. Our sociopolitical situation sort of sucks, my body is being a royal bastard, some humans are acting in ways so shocking that I’m wondering if I should stop using the human label to describe them…

But, in that mess, a tomato plant fruits indoor, my limbs and will are strong enough to feed my body and keep it clean, and a dear friend and my husband say that when I can’t do it for myself, they will.

I hope I never have to take them up on it—at least not in the next few decades. But if the time comes when the world’s turmoil and my treacherous body are too much for me to handle, I’ll remember that I don’t have to handle things… alone.

That (and a heart-shaped tomato) will keep me smiling for a while. What fuels your smile, my Luvs?


Bite Me, She Said. So I Did.

Nature is so deliciously sexy. And she’s fully aware of her succulent ways. But some of us don’t always see her for what she is: a seductress who makes us salivate for her, who entices our tummies to take part in wild rumblings, who caresses our hypothalamus’ buttons until we give her some teeth.

I mean, look at this tomato, my Wicked Luvs. Can you describe this fruit in full blush as anything other than luscious? Don’t you just want to bite into it, close your eyes… and swallow its juicy goodness?
Tomato Bite

Do not blush too fiercely. You are, by no means, the only one to feel this want. You are just responding to the natural call of smooth skin, soft curves, and the ripest of centers. Seriously, look at them tease.
Bowl of Tomatoes

Speaking of tease and of bits of Nature that take pleasure in flaunting themselves in our mouths, have you seen a pepper right after it has been kissed by rain? Well, I have. And believe you me, if I didn’t need its seeds for later, I would’ve just jumped the seducing piece of yum and eaten it in three glorious gulps.
Pepper after Rain

I’ve seen them after the rain, I’ve seen them doing acrobatics in mugs… whispering words that make my heart pump faster… living words that speak of satisfying crunches… telling me, “Bite me.”
Green Peppers in a Mug

Nature doesn’t infuse all her sexiness into tomatoes and peppers only. Oh, no, that would be almost fair. She—the maker and knower of loins—crafts her charms into all things. Have you ever touched your nose to a jar of dry blood orange leaves? Feasted in their colors? Felt the twist of their curls? Provocative.
Blood Orange Leaves

a wee note…
This was my reply to a friend, who said to me, “Whenever you write poetry or prose about flowers and fruits, I start to wonder if you want to marry a tomato.” I know what you are thinking, my Wicked Luvs, Marry a tomato? What a silly thought! I shall have affairs with every fruit I can sink teeth into. 😉