Thursday, July 12, 2018
Sunday, July 8, 2018
My friend K and I are sitting on a bench on Eagle Street. It is cool, slightly breezy, quiet. The sun shines lightly on us as we draw a church down the block.
After an hour or so we amble around and find ourselves at the end of Chicken Alley. Tucked into a tiny collection of potted plants against an old wall, these astonishing pitcher plant blooms stir gently in the breeze. The air is quietly seething.
Saturday, July 7, 2018
Wednesday, July 4, 2018
A week after four blooms had opened on the giant amaryllis, this small tubular bud-like thing appeared. Two days later it had grown taller and fatter.
Yesterday in the sunrise rays its petals began to loosen;
and this morning petals relaxed to form a cup.
After today’s heat and humidity a fifth flower is in full bloom, almost as fully open as the older blooms.