THE CARAGANA BUSH

caragana bush, around the corner from where I live

In the summer heat, tinder-dry pods snap in time to the beat of the sun.  Staccato rhythm.  Snap.  snap snap.... snap.

With sweat decorating my forehead, I peer between the clumps of leaves, swaying in a whisper of a breeze.

If I was very small, I could pass between the branches and walk forever in the cool, green, shady depths of the caragana bush.