Monday, August 28, 2017

Consider the Weeds

The doge noses through the miniature forest of tall, red plants that have sprung up this summer in the small bays of dirt for the trees interrupting the sidewalk along 7th Avenue. Thick red stalks extend four, five feet high, covered in greenish-red leaves and topped with deep crimson conical flowers heavy with pale pollen and swaying in the breeze.

"Oh, those are weeds," one woman says confidentially to the other as they pass us. "Only weeds thrive like that in New York City."
One year ago: Common Sense
Two years ago: I Have a Tell
Three years ago: My Invisible Days
Four years ago: Friendly

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