
Natural Leaf Wraps
Sweet Banana
Step out of the sun into a whitewashed courtyard and the temperature drops ten degrees. Palms overhead doing the work, stone still warm underfoot. Nothing here has hurried in a long time, least of all the fruit.


Read the leaf
Hold it up to the sun and every vein shows. Whole leaf has nowhere to hide.

Ripening overhead
A hand of bananas going gold over an empty table. This is sweetness you wait out, not sweetness you add.

Pull the shade down
Reach up, take a handful of canopy, pull the shade down over the afternoon.
