We have a week-end house in PA that we love. The rural setting is a great change from city life and more importantly it is a break from the stress of the "new normal" in the Nation's Capital.
We can take time to notice the corn growing high in the farmer's field which borders our property.
Like the city slickers we are - we gape and wonder at the soil which has hardened and cracked without enough rain.
And, at the feet-like runners growing from the base of the corn stalk.
Are they reaching out for water or steadying the tall stalk?
Down the road I notice that a morning glory vine has wound itself tightly around the corn stalk.
It strikes me that even in the garden things count on others to hold them up.