Nature boy

I was watering the flowers out there, standing in the uncut grass, looking around at the various groups of plants whose names I do not know. I don't mow it anymore. It's a meadow now. I'm waiting for the flowers to bloom and the bees to come and to feel like I can actually do something to counter the disappearance of life. As I'm thinking like that, a deer tick is burying its head in my thigh. That's the kicker: we all gotta eat. Too bad it's each other.