cosmic beets

i can’t tell whether these are suns, moons, or planets, but i am enjoying the eclipses.

golden beets

pull tabs

i am just old enough to remember my father opening cans of beer with a churchkey can opener. i then remember him opening steel cans of beer with ring tabs, which pulled free of the can, and supposedly cut fingers open, because I remember being leery of them. finally i remember my dad opening aluminum cans of beer with pull tabs, which remained attached to the now recyclable can, and which looked just like these slices of hungarian hot pepper. i guess what i remember most, now that i think of it, is my dad opening cans of beer.

hot hungarian peppers

seeding

plants are always there to comfort you when you need to return to ancient rhythms and truths. my husband’s mother just died, and this image reminds me that  i am past the growth phase, and past the fruiting phase, and find myself in the phase when thoughts of what will come after me–my seeding phase if you will–is, and should be, occupying my thoughts.

grass gone to seed

spicy little devils

a little bit of keith haring habanero pepper to spice up your saturday morning. wash your hands. do not touch your eyes or your genitals. let’s be careful out there.

habanero peppers

family resemblance

did you know that yesterday’s celery is in the same family as queen anne’s lace?  i was surprised too. apparently, if celery is left to flower it will get those tiny flowers that aggregate in terminal umbels–the distinguishing feature of the whole family. umbellifers must have the most beautiful family reunions.

queen anne’s lace (Daucus carota)