So I was prying up some flat marble scrap — no doubt once destined for countertops — out of the soil, because I wanted to move the stones from a failed path nobody was using to the new path I’m building. Here’s what happened:

When I lifted the stone, I discovered that an ant colony had built its tunnels flat against the stone, exactly as they will do against the flat glass of an ant farm! The stone was their ceiling, or possibly their sky, or even their heaven. (So there I am, an ant, and suddenly…)

The unceasing density and dynamism of life in the garden awes me. Granted, some of that life comes in the form of weeds, which I choose to eradicate, but I am still in awe even of the weeds, even if I don’t like them very much.