"I visit the orchards
of spheres and look at the product,
And look at quintillions ripen'd and look at quintillions green."
--Walt Whitman, "Leaves
of Grass"
August in New York is billed as the time when
the city empties out and everything slows down, but from where I sit (on the
Q train, if I'm lucky enough to get a seat), it's just as crowded and
hectic as ever. This is a busy month at work, but it was hard to summon up the
energy. As my fellow subway rider put it, "That heat just
smacked me in my damn face."
AC-less at home, the
temptation for a take-out dinner-at-desk is great when the weather's brutal
(I know of at least one person who slept under her desk this past week), but
now that relief's arrived, my thoughts turn from productivity to produce. Tonight'll
be home-cooked edamame succotash and shrimp and grits, and whetever else looks
great at the produce marts down Coney Island Avenue.
And for a little weekday foray into the orchards,
I've bookmarked Ranjit's greenmarket
photo scans:
Photo credit (top): Moroccan
market by roamingleah
