I love watching my garden wake up in the early morning hours of the summer.

As the sun readies itself to crest the eastern ridge, birds and bees and small mammals

are beginning to stir. Like many mornings, I am captivated this morning by the mullein

plants. In this late summer moment, their stalks of creamy yellow

blossoms reach into the air, stretching up taller than I am.

Mullein is full of life. A hummingbird is visiting nearby honeysuckle and

its path crisscrosses those tall stalks. A woodpecker, intent on its foraging,

doesn’t seem to notice. It goes up and down the stalk, perhaps eating the

ants and other bugs as well as eating some of the millions of seeds that are

forming. One morning while I was harvesting strawberries, I found a whole

family of voles underneath the thick mullein leaves. The babies were small

and hairless, probably only a few days old. The large leaves perfectly curled

over their nook, offering a beautiful refuge from the world.