One of my favorite things about turning over new ground here at 337 Riverside is that you never know what might turn up.
Could be an old marble.
Could be an old glass Clorox jug.
Or it could be one of my favorite things the newly turned earth can bring forth…Cleome.
The first time it happened, we had tilled a few rows to plant some tomatoes, and this strange little weed (that smelled a fair bit like another strange little weed) started popping up everywhere.
We let some of it grow and were pleasantly surprised to have it end up being Cleome. It has happened a few other times, and every time, I’ve loved it. And also every time, I’ve managed to forget to gather some seed before it is gone.
It had been a while since we’d seen any, but this year, this beauty popped up right off the end of our garden, and I couldn’t be happier.
This morning, as I went out to check the garden and check on the water level in the bottom, I decided to get a few pictures of the spider flower, and as I did so, I saw this little bee, covered in pollen and just hanging on…tired and loaded down…but still trying to carry on and do his thing, because that is all he knows.
with the swirling water in the background…well…it just made me stop and think about all the people in our state who are hurting right now…about how they are loaded down and burdened…and how hanging on for them this morning meant something totally different than it did just a few nights ago.
And how they will find a way to carry on and do their thing.
Because that is all they know.