it is after dinner and we are trading plants out of car trunks at the edge of the driveway in the dark;
sweet alyssum, which I never knew by name until now, in 3 six packs and a giant begonia named marmaduke.
e takes the begonia (much to k’s chagrin, because where will it go in the winter), and k takes the sweet alyssum, for all of us to share- being that it attracts the syrphid fly, who’s larvae will chow down on aphids in the garden.
s gives me some tiny thai basil, and a parsley, and collards. it is easy to hold all three plants in the palm of my hand but soon, they’ll grow