I love watching my garden wake up in the early morning hours of the summer.
As the sun readies itself to crest the eastern ridge, birds and bees and small mammalsare beginning to stir. Like many mornings, I am captivated this morning by the mullein
plants. In this late summer moment, their stalks of creamy yellowblossoms reach into the air, stretching up taller than I am.Mullein is full of life. A hummingbird is visiting nearby honeysuckle and
its path crisscrosses those tall stalks. A woodpecker, intent on its foraging, doesn’t seem to notice. It goes up and down the stalk, perhaps eating the
