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Friday, July 30, 2010

Only Child


Pots of soil went into its being, hundreds of gallons of water and hours of summer light. Once there were several blossoms on this plant; now there aren't any.

Instead, there is one red orb, ripening slowly in the sun.

It's that time of the summer when you realize that what you have, produce-wise, is what you'll get. So let me introduce you to my only child. Next stop: the farmer's market.