August 1, 2020

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Every morning from late May until first frost, I can be found in the early morning sun faithfully tending the plants that comprise the Dock Jungle, this year inhabited by various species, variants and breeds of tomatoes, peppers, arugula and cilantro. Lately, amidst the labyrinth of unending bloom high up in the canopy where the air gets thin and deer flies are prone to altitude sickness, hummingbirds have been volunteering their time as pollinators to make sure each flower becomes a sweet and colorful speck in the near future on a salad, a pizza or as the ranking member of a greater collection of good taste in some handsome jar. I have taken to thanking them out loud, even though I am not sure they can hear anything above the mechanical din of those remarkably humming wings.