This month is turning out to be about plants, but not necessarily planting.
Thousands of beautiful weeds grow between the playground and the parking lot at B.’s school. Each day, as we walk back to the car, we’re compelled to walk through that sunlit field, and sometimes the plants pull us down, to play.
She wants to gather them by the handful, and now the back seat of my car is covered with this memory. When I’m driving I glance back at the scattered seeds, and imagine a new field, growing right there between the kids’ seats.