We’re feasting on corn and tomatoes, cherries, berries, and plums. Our neighbor brought over a basket of apples from their tree.
Meanwhile the debris bin is full, a gathering of what we and the neighbors no longer need, and what isn’t worth giving away. Some things do fall apart. It’s odd to realize, to hold something in one’s hand and recognize it’s time for it to find new form.
I think of myself, and there’s something about plucking an apple or plum from a tree that allows me to feel the stream and circulation of my blood, the enthusiasm and joy that leaps and leads into unfolding within the swinging hammock of a new day.
Enjoy! There’s no repeat.