The hurricane is here. It has knocked down the bean tipi, smitten the amaranthus which are flaying their beards all over the place. Time to retreat to the greenhouse. No solace in there.
The tomato plants have gone crazy and limbered all over the cucumbers. I could hardly get through the door. The cucumbers in turn have aborted their fruits. I looked out of the windows to see the neighbour’s fruit cage has an artillery of blackberries about to spit all over our garden. And last of all, the bindweed has come into luminous flower.
The hurricane is here. It has knocked down the bean tipi, smitten the amaranthus which are flaying their beards all over the place. Time to retreat to the greenhouse. No solace in there.
The tomato plants have gone crazy and limbered all over the cucumbers. I could hardly get through the door. The cucumbers in turn have aborted their fruits. I looked out of the windows to see the neighbour’s fruit cage has an artillery of blackberries about to spit all over our garden. And last of all, the bindweed has come into luminous flower. 
