Weird Thing at the CSA – Day 681

 Grandmother Walking With Cane – Photo: L. Weikel

Weird Thing at the CSA

I have to admit, it’s tough trying to think of something to write when I’m in the midst of feeling anything I write is a waste of time. This isn’t a denigration of my writing per se, but more a commentary on the futility I’m feeling as I simply observe life outside the confines of my own little homestead. While I’m busy acting like Homer Simpson quietly backing into the hedges in order to blend into the background, it’s rather counter-intuitive for me to be speaking out about anything substantive. Which is why I want to tell you about the weird thing at the CSA today.

I’m not the actual owner of the CSA share this year; that honor belongs to my daughter-in-law and son. But I occasionally go to the farm to pick up their order (which they generously share with us) when they’re otherwise disposed. Every time I’ve gone this season, part of my duties have entailed walking into the field to the ‘pick-your-own’ section, which includes (or at least used to) a wide variety of cherry tomatoes, okra, raspberries, hot peppers, and flowers.

Ah, the flowers. Simply lovely. I forgot to take a photo earlier of those I picked today, which is unfortunate. But the reason I neglected to document the bouquets of loveliness was because I became distracted by a tall, naturally occurring piece of modern art in the midst of the pick-your-own.

Don’t Know How I Missed It

I’d just completed my harvesting rounds this afternoon when I laid eyes for the first time on this odd declaration of Mother Earth’s vegetative creativity. My first thought was, “How did I miss seeing this every other time I’ve been here?”

I still remain ignorant on that score, as well as on the simple identification of the vegetation itself.

But I managed to take a few shots of it from a variety of angles so you can gain a first-hand appreciation of this natural ‘installation’ gracing the Tinicum CSA’s ‘pick-your-own’ field.

I’m not even going to wax rhapsodic about what I ‘see’ when I look at this wonderfully weird plant. I’ll just leave it here for you to enjoy. Allow it to inspire you to seek out the creative source in your vegetation as well.

I am still puzzling over how I could’ve missed seeing this every other time I visited this field. Maybe I saw it today for the first time because of the magic of the Autumn Equinox?!

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