So what are these things? Every year I puzzle about them, and mean to find out, and don't. There's nothing like them in England - it's as though cauliflowers have escaped and mated with croquet balls. Here, a frat house up the street from my office seems to have arranged them as fall decorations, though it's very tempting to sneak them off and paint them the colors of billiard balls, given quite how they are set out.
Fall decorations were all very well in NJ this afternoon: they now seem a little surreal, since I'm in LA, where the temperature hit 95 degrees today. I don't think I've come sartorially prepared for this ...
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