friends made fancy pizzas at last week’s dinner party. when the oven was finally shut off, we’d created and destroyed enough doughy goodness to feed ten times the people gathered ’round the wooden table. there were carpenter bees, which apparently don’t sting but are the biggest buzzing bullies, bumbling, bumping in to anything they can find. there were weeds in glass bottles with heart shaped leaves.
i nearly cried when i saw them.
for all my toiling, tilling, trying, i struggle to see the bloom. and now i have this picture right in my face. these heart-leaved weeds.
today, they get me.
if you need me, i’ll be planting weeds.
