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Think~

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After hearing my tomato plant screaming, “I can’t breath, hey lady, it’s hot and crammed full in here and I can’t breath…are you listening? Can you hear me?” I decided to weed my garden this late afternoon as the weather cooled down.

I went outside in my bare feet. It was a beautiful summer early evening. A slight breeze was blowing. It sounded like Angels dancing and playing in the trees, they made the leaves laugh and move as if they were being tickled.

I got a lot of pleasure out of it. I would stop racking the packed brown earth and look up each time I heard the tree leaves moving. I would stare and not budge. I was like a rock in my garden. Each time, it was different. It would last a few moments, then it would stop and I would continue weeding my garden.

I found much enjoyment in it all. The wind would blow enough to keep the insects at bay. Well, until the wind stopped. Teeny tiny black nits in large groups would surround me, flying so close to me I would cross my eyes looking at one when one got in front of me.

So I politely ask them to leave me alone until I finished. They were accommodating and seemed to be satisfied with hovering above my eyes long into the late evening. The sun was starting to set by now. The mosquitoes started to munch on my sensitive skin. I ask them to leave me be and told them that I had much more weeding to do.

I had let the weeding go to do more important things. I would stay up late and watch the fireflies wonder through the night like magical fairies but different. To go to bed and listen to the crickets chatter. I also slept late, to lay and listen to the rain pitter patter. It is summer and I am going to enjoy it.

I was reminded of my summer evenings as a child of about seven or eight. I used to play hop scotch and ride my bike and fly my kite. Later in the evening I would catch fireflies and put them in a jar. I would watch them light up in my dark bedroom while I was supposed to be going to sleep.

But the fireflies kept me awake, screaming to me, “Let me out of here. Hey girl I can’t breath, are you listening to me?” Indeed I was listening but again I was like a rock in my garden. I didn’t budge, they were fascinating and I soon fell asleep.

In the morning the fireflies were all lifeless and not lighting up. I wish I would have let them out of the jar. The tomatoes were lucky. The fireflies were not.

firefly photo by:leenamoe

I would like to wish everyone a happy week~

Love to All, N~

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