even the sex kittens of the floral kingdom….
They used to be so taut and new, so fleshy and fragrant. Their arrival on the scene met with flushed “oooohhhhs,” even the most soulless among us paid attention. But now, past their nubility, whole cliques are withered and drooping, barely noticeable in [...]
petal power/feminist fury
The month of August always reminds me of naked ladies. How could it not? All of the sudden they’ve popped up, cotton candy trumpet blossoms — no shame, no suggestion of timidity — giggling and chattering with abandon atop two-foot-tall stems, not even covered by a wisp of modest foliage [...]