How It Is

How It Is

I finally, finally spent a few minutes taking photos on the farm today. The rhubarb is alive again, popping forth crinkled leaves from buxom pink buds on the soil surface.  The biggest leaves are the size of my palm, and I find myself wondering how many 2-inch stalks it would take to make a rhubarb pie.  But no, it deserves to grow.

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Of the ground

Microbes are blowing my mind.  Well, no: I can accept how active, ubiquitous, and adaptable they are.  I get that.  Okay.  To my rational, scientific mind they make perfect sense.  Give them the right temperature, moisture, and material, and they'll eat and reproduce like mad until their poop outweighs their food.  Even then, they'll continue, calling in their cousins to work on the stuff left over.  To my human parts, though-- my eyes, ears, and hands, which can never perceive the billions of microorganisms engulfing and supporting me every second-- microbes make magic.

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