two little plastic cups, the kind you get at fast food places for sauce or pickles to go. the first one had tiny seeds that looked like pickling spices and on a piece of register tape was written "cleome". it's a spider flower. a tall annual. the other had fat, black seeds and a corner of a restaurant check with "4 o'clock" written on it. they bloom in the afternoons. if they're not confused, sometime around 4 o'clock.i have never planted cleome, but my grandma had four o'clocks. i remember them being blue, which means they were probably morning glories and my mind has somehow turned two clockwatching flowers into one. i am hoping they will be blue anyway although it doesn't really matter. a waitress at our diner collected seeds from her garden to help us out. we will plant them and whatever comes up will be fine.
as we ate we noticed a commotion at a table a bit over from us. a man in his forties was being seated with a boy small enough to be in a high chair and a little girl about three. and she was magnificent. she was wearing an emerald green tank top and a red plaid kilt but what had all the waitresses clustered around her was her wig. it was bright pink. shocking pink. and absolutely perfect. she grinned as she sat in the booth and took in all the attention with a
surprising amount of grace for a child her age.on the way home we picked up a 16mm home movie f
rom 1931 called robin hood of the plains and several bottle/can openers . the kind you puncture the top of the can with. rheingold extra dry, schaefer- "america's oldest lager beer" and two pabst blue ribbons. one made right here in nyc at handy walden. brooklyn is a good place to have breakfast.
1 comment:
are you sure you weren't in carl junction?
i love both 4 o'clocks and cleomes and i think you will too.
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