i spy...

last week the father discovered that more fuel was needed. the cold still holding. he went early into the pasture where he gathers firewood. it felt like i walked into a f*cking grimm tale. above his head in the hollow a honey bee was squeezing in. he heard the muffled humming of many. bee tree. those used to be more common and they're coming to more common again as the mites give way. this news made me happy.

something has been growing by the shed for years now. i just let it go. not minding. the site formerly contained an herb garden. it had to make way for building. but this thing was marking the perimeter and so stayed. a few days ago the brother was standing there he said he saw berries. no not berries i said wasp gall. but he insisted on berries. i took a gander. no! pomegranate blossom! and they are too. and just now as this cold storm is looming outside i looked again. the tips are all crowning. which means in a few months i will have white cotton t-shirts smeared with clumsy juice. and happy! these must have their origins in the annual pomegranate delivery from the father. he leaves brown paper sacks of them. and those from a tree he planted on the day i emerged. so. wandering offspring.