All I Can Offer

 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 pollinators

                                       Raspberry 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