There is a never-ending weed growth
in our gardens. I wait until after one
of our heavy thunderstorms. Grabbing
a fistful of the myriad weeds, I am
able to pull up roots and all. No,
I don’t fool myself by thinking these
weeds will never return. Mother
Nature keeps us busy instead.
Today my husband gave me one of
the first raspberries. Such a sweet flavor.
Under the front step I spied familiar
markings of our resident garden snakes.
Yes. More than one now. My biologist
husband took photos of a dragonfly which
literally landed right in front of him. A
common whitetail skimmer.
I admired it for the markings like
smiley faces on its wings. My mind
conjures up a story of its journey, and
why here? They like mosquitoes and flies.
My biology lesson over for the moment,
my attention was drawn to the new twins,
both girls. Just over one year, they already
gaze at me as I speak to the babysitter.
Good weather yields a neighborhood
teeming with walkers. Young and
old and in between. Conversations.
Smiles, laughter, and delightful interludes.
Our sea buckthorn bushes are growing by
leaps and bounds. Two years ago in Finland,
we drank tart sea buckthorn juice. I learned
the berries are picked in the forests there.
Naturally, I wondered why our bushes were
getting so tall. My husband researched and
discovered there are male and female
varieties. Both are required to get
the berries. Who knew? Shall we
order more? Which ones do we
have? Garden happenings are ripe
with intrigue and mystery it seems.