George and I are sharecroppers. We pay to rent someone else’s land, then do what we will with the produce… at our local community garden. I put our name on a list and a year later we got accepted. At first, it was very exciting. And then we realized that the weeds never, ever stop coming. Our garden is now a horrific mess of a place. We never work on it. It always needs water. It certainly didn’t help that our enormous cherokee purple tomato plant only gave us two usable tomatoes. The other two were eaten by birds and the plant hasn’t seen fit to set any more fruit.
But sometimes, when you’re visiting in the morning, before the heat of the day makes the trip unbearable, you come across about a million bees hanging out on the sunflowers, dancing around in the beautiful morning light, and you have to take a picture (or two).