Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Fly

There are a lot of front gardens near Dupont Circle in DC, and a number of them sport lustrous, enormous rosemary plants that I can only gaze at with envy (I used to have a flourishing potted rosemary that died inexplicably after a simple intra-city move, and now I’ve given up on them).

On Monday, an overcast and occasionally drizzly day, innumerable flies were perching on trees, bushes, and flowers. I found this one perched—like patience on a monument, smiling at herbs—atop a rosemary sprig.

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