Saturday, March 21, 2015
IT SEEMED, FOR A MOMENT, AS IF HEAVEN HAD FALLEN TO EARTH IN THE FORM OF PARSLEY
It seemed, for a moment, as if heaven had fallen to earth in the form of parsley. It was everywhere, rich and full and pillowy. I could leap up onto it and be buoyed like an angel on a cloud, but I could also permeate and travel around in the undergrowth. I picked great handfulls and stuffed it into my my mouth. I brushed my face against it like a cat. Oh, parsley.