Today I walked the dog, cut back the Mexican marigold and renegade sumac, tended the compost pile. And my intern and I picked blueberries, cleaned up under the peaches and harvested a bunch, then shucked the earliest beans to dry.
Among the beans was one of the most beautiful variations I'd ever seen, a Blue Shackamaxon perhaps exhibiting some crossed genetics or perhaps a mutation. The colors, jade and indigo, are hard to catch with my camera, but it gleamed jewelish. It looked like blue continents in a green ocean, the reverse of what the astronauts see gazing back at home, an earth in a bean.
There is no end to beauty.