every thursday in the parking lot next to the church that used to have a neon sign. this week on the west side of the lot, a man with a guitar crooned to the people loosely convened in plastic chairs.

lately there are still many varieties of greens. a woman held up one bunch and asked what it was. “spinach.” she ohhhed impressed as if he had said something exotic. nearby a man panned across the berries with his compact digital camera. I would have made some different decisions if I’d noticed the blackberries sooner.

the insides of the fava bean pods are fuzzy. once the beans are cooked and shelled, they are soft and buttery—a nice pairing to the hearty green flavor of kale.