Our cat, Homer, is very well regarded in our neighborhood. Out the window I see him sit at the edge of the parking lot, acknowledging the pats and greetings of a stream of well wishers who call him by name. He even has a protege, another orange tabby from down the street named Harold.
Yesterday I was feeling peckish and snitty, waking up after an evening in a crowd of old hippies. So I went to the conservatory in Druid Hill Park and sorted myself out with the plants. Good company, plants.
Until this season I never grew peppers that clustered together at the top, like these. Although this is the Thai Hot plant, the Dragons are forming the same way. It reminds me of a bird I saw at the zoo long ago.