These tiny jewels from my garden are actually wild tomatoes from South America!
I am facilitating the Deep Waters course from Green Christian this autumn. This week we are invited to write a lament, this is mine:
One hot, dry summer I dig in my garden.
The earth is rock hard, resisting the pressure of my spade
So dry, a web of cracks has formed
The water from my can disappears down gullies.
I loosen a clump and divide it
Like opening a geode, I uncover a worm curled up upon itself
This servant of life, whose toil renews the earth
Hides from sight, in a bid to survive
The violence of our folly.