The more I look, the more cucumbers I see hanging
on the vine. The luxuriant leaves, veined like elephant's ears,
the snaking vines, the dripping fecundity . . . it's like looking
at a Douanier Rousseau jungle but this is just our greenhouse at
the end of the season.
The bunch of small green tomatoes on the right
are from a plant which seeded itself from a fallen fruit last year
and which has supported itself by growing up through the spreading