"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