Wednesday, November 12, 2003


I love how, on bright shiny Autumn days like this one, when in the growing cold all the leaves are turning brown or have already been taken in the wind's big airy bag (and dumped on my spinach), the heart-shaped mukago vine leaves turn from a demure and indistinct green into the brightest showtime yellow strung along the bamboo like lights along Broadway, and hang on there flashing in the gusts for days and days, saying Here I am! Over here, you hungry birds! Like strawberries in Spring, tomatoes in summer, pumpkins in Autumn, persimmons in Winter, the mukago leaves too are bright signs of the big consideration given throughout every season to hungry birds and hungry non-birds, such as myself.