The real garden, the one that is actually growing (or struggling to grow because of the drought)
Is keeping on teaching.
The dandelions, whom I noticed were so tenacious, and bright,
and whom I therefor befriended, are in turn feeding the little birds.
These particular little birds.
Each bird balances, as tenaciously as the dandelions stay here in drought and in soggy soil,
On a slender stalk. Then slowly the birdling stalks the seeds, edging forwards,
the dandelion stalk slowly bending down as the little bird
Edges closer, and then, chomp chomp chomp munch the seeds.
But between them, the little birds, leave some to become puffballs.
Of dandelion seeds, to travel on the fierce winds, and somewhere far to also
feed the birds, and feed the bees.
The camera person, me, creeping clumsily to film them, without flustering them all away.