It was early spring, the rains last year were really good, much better than the previous year. So good that the well overflowed, something that doesn’t happen unless the well happens to be in a low lying area, near a pond, or a canal. There was a slight shower the previous week, but the hot weather had dried the grass, the ground was mostly brown.
The jujube tree is in an area, that remains moist much after the rains stop. It looks nice and green.
And unusually had a few different pollinators buzzing around. There was this metallic blue wasp.
Ants with golden abdomen.
Red wasps small and big.
And this black wasp.
Another black one, a little different, looks like a bee or a fly.
There were some honey bees too.
A jewel bug (some type of Shieldback bug perhaps), here for the leaves. It may indirectly contribute to pollination.
The fruits are beginning to ripen.
With an occasional fruit, ripe and fully red.
A creeper has a couple of green fruits. With tiny yellow flowers.
People in earlier days were willing to let things be, in some small corner of their farms, or on the boundary. Some things could be left to God, without the fragmented insight from discriminatory knowledge. The jujube tree would have been a singularity, snakes might rest in the shade. Honey bees might build a comb. Jewel beetles may come for the leaves. And a lot of pollinators – ants, bees, flies and wasps will come for the nectar. The fruits are a nutritious snack for those willing to ignore the larvae within. Timber would have been used for agricultural implements.
Today, these shrubs (which in fact can grow into medium size trees) are removed. Their thorns are a nuisance. The shade, or their roots can rob the cultivated plants of their nutrition. Ants can bite. Bees and wasps can sting. Bugs and flies can be pests and spread disease. The whole, working in symphony has now been taken apart. All we see are problems. The benefits seem non-existent.
It is going to be hard to put things together. Those who have seen only the fragmented reality, packaged neatly into discrete elements, will go hysterical. Yet, in this corner of the farm, mostly un-noticed, the singularity from the lone jujube tree, provides hidden benefits and a lively buzz of interconnectedness that enriches life.