vignettes of farm mornings. in no particular order..
i walk westward, outside of the gate. the chicory greets me with it’s cornflower blue hue. it is morning.
the wheelbarrow pushes against the ground, my chest heaves. gratitude for these legs that carry me forward.
a path of white lace on thin green stems … queen anne’s lace
cones of fuschia flowers reaching upwards … purple loosestrife
yellow candy buttons with a sweet scent … tansy
a gradient from light pink to green, colors of the heart chakra … virginia pepperweed
when you look, everything seems green
but when you look closer you see that each leaf has it’s own personality, it’s own curl of a leaf, alternating patterns, tiny hairs that breathe
diversity is beautiful.
the chicory reminds me of impermanence
it changes as the sun moves, even within one hour
the blooms welcome me, but as the sun rises the blooms close
within the week the stems have turned from green to maroon
small signs of autumn tease against the thick summer air