I am out of words today. Weighed down with grief, I watch as the powerful betray everyone else, and words of resilience and hope are not ready at hand. Thankfully, I have a garden and live among the wild ones who come to share it. It is with both, who have no notion of a nation’s struggle, that my mind can momentarily rest.
Today, instead of words, here are glimpses of the gifts that are still here, waiting to be noticed.
Haas Halo Wild Hydrangea a magnet for pollinatorsRaspberry Wine Bee Balm
Butterfly Weed, host for Monarchs
Cleome or spider flower, one of the few plants
garden predators do not touch
Zinnias and the first sunflower of the season
Abundance in the (fenced) vegetable garden
Swamp milkweed, bees and beetles
Black swallowtail young feeding on rue