Every year in the spring my father planted a vegetable garden. The rows were straight and the tomatoes grew out of holes in plastic sheeting. By June the garden was ignored. By August it was a tangle of plants and weeds. He’d stand near the edge and look at it. Nothing here to harvest, he’d say and turn back to the house.
I learned to ignore him and look under the leaves.
I Spy something yellow and orange in the squash patch.
I Spy something munching in the flower pot. MANY somethings munching. How many do you see?
I Spy something noisily cheeping in the garden shed.
It’s not in the nest.
It’s a fledgling on the can!
What’s that I Spy on the fence?
Another fuzzy-headed Carolina Wren!
There’s so much to see. You just have to look. What have you spied today?