Look closely to see that amazing colorful worm attached to the fennel. I wear my reading glasses now when I harvest, the bugs so closely mirroring the flowers, holding on for dear life. It’s what we see when we look closely that is so amazing, that takes our breath away. So much missed in this precious life as we rush through our days. I remember a writing mentor at VT College once said to me, that it is a mistaken belief that nothing is lost on a writer–as if we walk around filling our minds with everything that comes into view. That isn’t the case at all: it is that one miraculous thing that comes into focus, that alights our imaginative fire.