a portrait of wind
the drama in the sky this morning moves east. i love it when
i'm driving down the side
road out to the light and the gulls that roost on the pondnear sheldon take explode like quarks into the clouds
posted by hiccup at 3:12 PM
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The fiddle leaf fig does not like where I put it. Facing the morning sun its leaves are dry as my skin. I've unfurled the umbrella, I hope the wind doesn't take it away. I've had this tree for 5 years and it just grew too big for the porch. I think I chose the wrong spot or maybe I should have just left its roots bound in the container it was in. A Chinese princess her feet molded to some ideal of beauty. You know the skinny trees with five or six leaves at the top? That's the potted version of this tree. But my tree wanted to sprout in three directions with fiddle leaves so huge you'd want to wish the figs are as luscious.
There's the soft hits of the hose trickling over the blood meal that I poured into holes surrounding the roots hoping this infusion will help this baby take fruit. As long as no hurricanes flash through it's got a chance but spring winds are also very capricious and March often goes out like a lion that ate the lamb.
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