Monday, July 4, 2011
the reign of the butterhead comes sharply to an end
And now I recall:
For a while, you can't eat anything but butterhead. My, you think, but this tastes exactly like butter!
On the solstice, you wonder why they haven't bolted.
The next day, they all bolt (but one) and taste like cat food.
And so begins the reign of the loose leaf.
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