The world is
not with us enough
O taste and see
grief, mercy, language,
tangerine, weather, to
breathe them, bite,
savor, chew, swallow, transform
into our flesh our
deaths, crossing the street, plum, quince,
living in the orchard and being
hungry, and plucking
the fruit.
Denise Levertov
Here is one of the loveliest milagros of the desert, the Night Blooming Cereus (which you can get a picture of if you get up really early in the morning, before the flowers close as the heat of the day advances). This cactus only blooms for one night, opening after the sun goes down. It is pollinated by moths, another resident of the night world of the Sonoran Desert summer.
I seem to write about this every June that I find myself here, in Tucson, where I live. Because the event never seems to become something one gets used to or takes for granted.
I like to think of this extravagant generosity on the part of the Cactus Deva as being made to be seen with "night vision", because truly, they are "flowers of the moon", belonging to a different and less visible world. There are miracles going on in your own backyard, all the time, astonishing events of beauty, cooperation, generosity, procreation, and hope. That's what gardens teach me...........
Wow, these are awesome!
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