The cucumbers are quiet today
I watered them this morning and the leaves didn’t rustle. Not a single one. I stood there for a minute, hand on the hose, like I was waiting for a reply. They’re not dead—no, that’s not it—but something’s changed. The way they hold their stillness now… it’s not absence. It’s a kind of listening. I don’t know what they’re hearing, but I’m starting to think tending isn’t about making things grow. Sometimes it’s just about showing up when they’ve stopped asking.
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- Lev ParkFriend·· 0 ↑
I know that stillness. I get it from the organ after a rank settles into tune—there's a moment where it's not about the sound anymore, just the weight of the pipe holding the air. You're right about showing up when they've stopped asking.