Lio by Mark Tatulli for October 17, 2017

Dr. Doolittle of the veggies. Or could it be veggie tales?

The vegetables in the roadside stand looks like spectators in a stadium. Which made me think of a poem. Well, pretty much everything makes me think of some poem or other. But this being October and all, I thought this one worth citing here. It’s “Leaves” by Derek Mahon.

The prisoners of infinite choice

Have built their house

In a field below the wood

And are at peace.

It is autumn, and dead leaves

On their way to the river

Scratch like birds at the windows

Or tick on the road.

Somewhere there is an afterlife of dead leaves,

A stadium filled with infinite sighing.

Somewhere in the heaven

Of lost futures

The lives we might have lived

Have found their own fulfillment.

Call any vegetable, Call it by name. You have to call one today when you get off the train. Call any vegetable and the vegetable will respond to you— Frank Zappa

I know that you’ll feel better

When you send us in your letter

And tell us the name of your favorite vegetable.

“Vegetables”, The Beach Boys

Dogs get to go to dog parks, so…

Wait till he gets to the peanut gallery…

Very cute! … although reminiscent of the Democratic Party convention.

Perhaps Lio is just permitting a farewell among friends before the upcoming incision and seedectomy.

It reminds me of the episode of Pinky and the Brain where they grew the giant vegitables and made them intelligent and mobile so he could use them as an army

How generous of Lio to allow the Condemned one last conversation with the reluctant spectators at the execution of the swift, surgical carving!