On Friday, June 18, I saw this headline in The Washington Post: "Three dead, two missing after group of tubers plunge off 8-foot dam along N.C. river." My first thought was that a pile of potatoes had gone over a dam to injure people below.
But then I read the article, which is much more ordinary, but no less horrific. The tubers in question were humans in innertubes, rafting down a river.
It has been a week of horrifying headlines. I spent much of yesterday toggling back to accounts of the collapse of the condo building in Surfside Beach, even though I knew it was much too early for anyone to know the cause of it.
But I also want to remember this week as one of natural wonders. I began the work week seeing dolphins in a tidal lake near me, and I'm finishing the work week seeing a rainbow in the sky:
I also noticed the pots of milkweed that we grew from seed. Why does that ability to grow a plant from a seed always seem like a miracle?
Later this week-end, we'll enjoy this pineapple, grown from a pineapple top that we planted years ago. It, too, feels like a miracle.