Seamsog

This wood sorrel (Oxalis acetosella) has thrived in singular bunches in one section of the yard where the fence makes a corner. It can be found both inside and outside the fence, which makes me think it preceeds the fence's existence. If you've ever bitten into one of these leaves, also sometimes called shamrock, you'll remember the sour tangy taste, the same flavor sensation as rhubard, and composed, they say, of the same chemical (a salt, binoxolate of potash). It is a tender looking plant and it has tender habits. Its sets of three heart shaped leaves are creased in the center and will only open fully in shade. In the sunlight they fold toward the stalk, shielding the leaf from direct light, and perhaps too much evaporation. It is rumored that at night and during storms, the leaves fold completely, leaving only half the surface to face winds and dew. The light green plant stands out amongst crab grass and clover and blue stem. And they give a lovely unexpected tang to summer salad.

He pretends, now, to be responsible. Oddly timed. Maybe. Now that money is being shoveled out of the Treasury into no-bid contracts for some familiar names, the logic of their timing comes clear. Now that a social disaster has been converted into cash opportunity for large construction and reconstruction firms, the true meaning of Bush-style charity becomes plain as day. As if it weren't plain enough already. And responsibility is the only thing left to take from these circumstances now. And, still, we wait. Folding our leaves completely to protect ourselves from wind and heavy dew.