Concealed Beauty

Walking out into the backyard, there is so much happening that hasn't been taken in yet. So much happening under the surface of leaves and vines. It is not possible to notice it all at once. When you first look into the yard you don't see the "orange sphere entangled in a rope of vines."(field notes 9/27) You do notice the bright red peppers screaming with flavor in their gated half barrel; the pumpkin vine snaking across the yard in attempt to find energy and warmth to thrive on. In this little area of land there is so much to be discovered, unraveled, noticed.

     When first peering out the sliding glass door you see green and trees. But once you step out into my unexplored utopia, (-an ideal place or state ''dictionary.com") standing in the middle of the vibrant yard time stands still, it is only the here and now, birds humming their own tunes and a subtle, almost unnoticed, breeze flows through the trees. In one of the four half barrels there, an over-growth of tomato plant, is spewing over it's protection of wire, which has been engulfed into the plant. You can see it's attempt to sway in the breeze but the plump, ripe tomatoes weigh down the growing vine, almost touching the warm earth.

      Then with a little looking there are little specks of grey, different shades entwined up through the stem reaching for the sky, embedded in the grass, which I have come  to learn are mushrooms cultivating into villages among the sun spots.

So far, even with the little digging that I have done, this yard has amazed me. I've only unraveled the tip of the iceberg but I
hope to continue discovering and learning new things about my yard.