They showed themselves in the twilight just after the blackberries bloomed. The field is sweet with the proceess of fruition.
We used to be vigilant about aliens, rooting out non-native species when they appeared, only to discover, decades ago, that ox-eye daisies are among them -- a bit of a surprise, since daisies graced the fields of our childhood and gave us pleasure always.
Now we are more tolerant, all of us happy for a little ground to grow in, entering the cycles of death and renewal.
Especially when we began to think of ourselves as aliens, too.
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