Breaking from our routine of me waiting at home for Mr. Palindrome to emerge from his work shuttle, I drove to him the other Friday. He was wrapping up, so I lounged near his cube and this huge basket caught my eye.
Oh, and that cantaloupe? He wasn't so bad either. ;) Just about makes me want to move to south bay where they have things people call "yards" in which they plant delicious gardens consisting of things other than a lone basil plant.
'Tis Indian Summer indeed.