This summer seems much grayer and wetter than last summer, as I remember it.
My greenhouse struggles with long series of overcast days and drizzly weather. My vegetation is overtaken with mold or mildew or somesuch fungus. The leaves wither.
Some plants are still okay: tomatoes seem reasonably healthy, the beet greens are untouched, the new lettuce is bright. But my bean plants wilt in the wet, the squash and cucumber flowers have been attacked, the spinach is laconic.
[daily log: walking, 2km]
Day: July 16, 2020
Caveat: Art #81
I think I did this abstract thingy in around 2009. I can’t remember.
Caveat: Poem #1446 “How poetry works”
ㅁ No. Poems which linger in the mind's eye do not represent anything except words. They spill out like spilled gravel, like insects lost in the damp air, and in the end they fade like old logs.
– a reverse nonnet.