Basil & friends past & present. Last year's pomegranate -- aged & wise --with two of the season's persimmons. What's not to love.
What does this have to do with words? I'm remembering rollerskating on sidewalks. The special feel of flying over a patch of slate. The marvelous lines the wheels etched. Although I didn't have a word for it, now I'd say
calligraphy across slate.
Are there any patches of slate on sidewalks these days?