Lovejoy News for February 16th

The french pumpkin sliced smoothly open as the sun lit the tiny kitchen.
The deep orange flesh smelled pungently of sunshine, grassy fields and baseball. I could not bring myself to grab a spoon and scoop the seeds for the longest time. It was so orange, so fresh! It had worked so hard spinning light and soil into sustenance!
Eventually clouds creeped over the sky and the squash went in the oven while the camellias along 25th street were already dropping petals on the sidewalk.