the freshly-scrubbed vegetables the thawed meat the pans and pots ready we’ll wait a while and cook when it’s cooler dinner is a feast for the heart
A bee box up on a post in the garden.
summer afternoon new birdsong carried on wind brings scent of cedar-green the pollen adds a glow with every puff
chestnut leaves float in a puddle nursemaids to tadpoles wriggling growing in safety
the pile of pumpkin seeds neatly hidden in one corner of the garden a thin remnant of skin protects the slow decay of tissues in the pulp larva delighting in the decay that heralds new life