Summer is a time of heady excess. I dump a lot of my garden pictures in one folder called (unimaginatively) “Garden,” where they are, for the most part, chronological. So in this I see the dearth of the gray snaps from winter and the overwhelming pictures that are the green of the growing season. What do I have to talk about in winter, I wonder, as now, well, there’s TOO much to discuss. Like the little hairs on the foxglove above.
But I swear I have a form of ADD, gardening-wise, during the season of sprouting, too: What hairs.