Several creatures dropped into my bowl as I was harvesting black currants last night.
First a jumping spider.
Then, soon after, this bumble bee.
Later, a yellow fuzzy caterpillar insisted on inching toward my hand even as I pulled away, repeatedly. Attempting to work around them.
You’ve got to be mindful of where you reach and grab.
This is what my garden is like, especially at the height of summer.
Alive.
A multi-being organism. An orchestra of small creatures.
This is their home. I’m just a day visitor, more or less.
Very well said! Sometimes I worry about harvesting blackberries because our patch is positively humming with bees. Every time I jiggle a bush they dart at me, seemingly warning me to ‘watch it!’ I defer to them as often as possible, since they do the heavy work of pollinating the bulk of everything I eat. Thanks for this gentle reminder that we are but visitors–more or less.