Showing posts with label Lime. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lime. Show all posts

Sunday, 28 August 2016

Lime (August)


In August the lightest green comes out on pruned branches of the plum tree. Soft green so soft it’s almost white. Is there a word? Sorbet. Celery. Lime. Soon white blossom bursts on wood, supernovas in our astronomy, microdot starbursts, how every form has a purpose. Tiny frills of parsley are transplanted into mud, little chard shoots of crimson and green are popped in divots for rain, rhubarb leaves thin as a cuticle go into the soil for spring. Chamomile fragments spry and jagged are ready, once ground is prepared. Gardening, our fingers get little red cuts, black under nails.