Summer is full upon us. The last signs appeared this weekend. In bloom: honey locust (my favorite-sounding tree...sprinkle your poems with honey locust, and feel the southern gothic sensibility seeping round your bones like antique honey) and poofy pink silk tree, also known as mimosa. Heard the first cicadas singing to each other in rounds in the magnolias. At the market: Virginia blackberries and, oh my stars and whiskers, Silver Queen corn.
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