I forage it but haven’t had the best luck growing it, though it volunteers on the shady edges of my garden in heavy rain years. One year under citrus.
I haven’t figured out its water and sun needs.
It sells for 💸 at the Farmers Market here. And it was on the menu when we were in Rome in 2024.
She was a figurehead appointee who misused her credit card And never showed an interest in the actual job
There was never any there there
And this s***show of an administration only knows one direction and it ain’t “worker-friendly”, it’s not even “safe for work”
I will look for them at the Duncan and Castro Open space this week - I’ve seen them there in past years, it’s a small grassland park with great city view and where I first saw them and Johnny Jump Ups.
….nothing like a battleship of coughing or shitting sailors, except perhaps a submarine
say what you will of
flowers, female named
the grass shimmies
#completethehaiga 147 #senryu
Why do you stay up so late? BY DON PATERSON For Russ I'll tell you, if you really want to know: remember that day you lost two years ago at the rockpool where you sat and played the jeweler with all those stones you'd stolen from the shore? Most of them went dark and nothing more, but sometimes one would blink the secret color it had locked up somewhere in its stony sleep. This is how you knew the ones to keep. So I collect the dull things of the day in which I see some possibility but which are dead and which have the surprise I don't know, and I've no pool to help me tell— so I look at them and look at them until one thing makes a mirror in my eyes then I paint it with the tear to make it bright. This is why I sit up through the night.
Today’s poem for #nationalpoetrymonth
#Whydoyoustayupsolate? by #DonPaterson
#NaPoMo #poetry 🌌 🏞️ 🪨🗿🏛️
“So I collect the dull things of the day
in which I see some possibility”
“then I paint it with the tear to make it bright”
A double orange daylily in mid April rain. Neither are common here in SF.
#SFSidewalkHaiku #253
unexpected rain
walking among daylilies
wet but unbothered
© Rick Ehling ✍🏼 04/20/2026 📷 04/13/2026
#dailyhaikuprompt (orange) #Haiku #senryu 🌧️ 🌱 🟧
#SanFrancisco #NoeValley
…and the bartender asks “What’ll it be?”
So the dragon responds “I’ll have a Holy Smokes (bourbon, cardamaro, benedictine, and scotch mist), the cardinal gave up alcohol for Lent.”
I’ve got 2 good poems, both started as prompts that went sideways and turned into something else.
But the prompts also opened up other ideas I haven’t been thinking about
Guess he’ll need to go direct to the Russians like so many other right wing “thought leaders” and “influencers”? 🤑
All it’s missing is a pewter goblet and a string of pearls. Very beautiful and Dutch 17th c.
…they’re still up on the official White House site, like nothing has changed.
You might also look at runner beans (not the same and tougher when long so a longer cook but also can be shelled). There’s an Italian variety called trionfo violetto that’s very pretty.
I had scarlet runners that perenialized here for many years but were done in by a drought.
This is one of my favorite sources for dated heirlooms. If it’s old and purple I likely sent it to him.
oldhousegardens.com/store/catego...
I adore purple beans in the garden. Maybe you need a different heirloom?
The purple podded pole from Baker originated in the Ozarks so it might feel more at home?
A German bearded iris in purple and white in our garden. Planted in memory, happily flaunting itself in this late April rain.
my dad 💜 bearded irises (and peonies and hibiscus), collecting old varieties. I’ve never been them blooming in his garden but I gifted him heirlooms as old as 1500. These aren’t old but he’d have loved their boldness. 🕯️ #alphabetchallenge #weekPforPurple
📷 04/20/2026 #beardediris #aprilshower 🌱☂️
That’s amazing. I hope you sell out and then seed and grow more. I hope you make mint and provide a clear path for the monarches all the way to Mexico.
“It’s not that the wealthy become evil; it’s that their environment stops teaching them the things that nonwealthy people are forced to learn simply by living in a world that pushes back.“
What a great essay. Thank you.
I might occasionally seed bomb but they’re new to me
Thanks
I am seeing them in landscaped spaces too that we once mostly Australian or South African
It’s increasingly common on the sidewalks here too…it may be all in my head but I’m seeing more natives in curated small spaces.
I don’t think I’d mind even a later snow if you’ve also had days of sun, and budding, and crocus, (though I hate mud season), but a relentless winter would have me lighting up…and it is 04/20 “Weed Day”.
After the Diagnosis BY CHRISTIAN WIMAN No remembering now when the apple sapling was blown almost out of the ground. No telling how, with all the other trees around, it alone was struck. It must have been luck, he thought for years, so close to the house it grew. It must have been night. Change is a thing one sleeps through when young, and he was young. If there was a weakness in the earth, a give he went down on his knees to find and feel the limits of, there is no longer. If there was one random blow from above the way he's come to know from years in this place, the roots were stronger. Whatever the case, he has watched this tree survive wind ripping at his roof for nights on end, heats and blights that left little else alive. No remembering now... A day's changes mean all to him and all days come down to one clear pane through which he sees among all the other trees this leaning, clenched, unyielding one that seems cast in the form of a blast that would have killed it, as if something at the heart of things, and with the heart of things, had willed it.
After the Diagnosis BY CHRISTIAN WIMAN No remembering now when the apple sapling was blown almost out of the ground. No telling how, with all the other trees around, it alone was struck. It must have been luck, he thought for years, so close to the house it grew. It must have been night. Change is a thing one sleeps through when young, and he was young. If there was a weakness in the earth, a give he went down on his knees to find and feel the limits of, there is no longer. If there was one random blow from above the way he's come to know from years in this place, the roots were stronger. Whatever the case, he has watched this tree survive wind ripping at his roof for nights on end, heats and blights that left little else alive. No remembering now... A day's changes mean all to him and all days come down to one clear pane through which he sees among all the other trees this leaning, clenched, unyielding one that seems cast in the form of a blast that would have killed it, as if something at the heart of things, and with the heart of things, had willed it.
Today’s poem for #nationalpoetrymonth
#AftertheDiagnosis by #ChristianWiman
(another by Wiman, also not a spice shop)
#NaPoMo #poetry 🏡
“Change is a thing one sleeps through when young,”  
almost an anni albers
I have not. I have several of her poetry books and have tried (unsuccessfully to date) to get into one of her seminars. This may be a summer read. Thanks.
It was 6 inches when I potted it; it has worked through the bottom of it’s third pot
Years ago i faced the let it be or start over debate
Let it be won
There’s a redwood in the backyard 2 lots down (taller than all the houses, at most 20 ft from their door), so I have roots under mine but haven’t seen them
another neighbor has a poplar, and I am always dealing with it’s suckers
My trees are mostly potted, though my Bay Laurel (14ft) has gone wild
I’d say if CA goes Republican, it’s a recall. And maybe a ranked choice voting bill?
Tree BY JANE Hirshfield It is foolish to let a young redwood grow next to a house. Even in this one lifetime, you will have to choose. That great calm being, this clutter of soup pots and books— Already the first branch-tips brush at the window. Softly, calmly, immensity taps at your life.
Today’s poem for #nationalpoetrymonth
#SmallPoemSunday
#Tree by #JaneHirshfield
#NaPoMo #poetry 🌲🏡
“Softly, calmly, immensity taps at your life.”
🙏🏼. i started these photos with the pandemic when i needed a bit of awe. happy to share it.
