Sitting under the sprawling kiwi vines on my
back porch on Brandon Street, while the alarm
system is being installed. The kiwi are about
to bloom: compact hazelnut-sized buds.
It's a singular vine; its closest pollinator
is two back-yards away. I've only had fruit once --
small hard flavorless disappointments.
The vine died off a few summers ago
and I cut it down to the base -- only for it to
sprout with amazing vigor, and now has grown
two stories high, shading an Edenic corner
of the deck. An oasis amidst a fair amount of chaos.