On February 16, I had the honor to give a poetry reading as part of the Poetry in Davis series, held at the lovely Natsoulas Gallery in downtown Davis. While there, I read a new piece containing the lines, ” . . . who gladly / roast dessert upon an oleander spear”–and people laughed. Not just one person: plural people. Because more than one person in the room knew that oleander is so poisonous that it’s dangerous just to roast your marshmallows on it. Maybe you, reader, also know this? But it was a delightful surprise to get a laugh in response to a joke I thought I was only amusing myself with. Further proof that a town with this many master gardeners in it is the town for me. I love it here.