She's a temperamental one, he would say. This isn't exactly what he would say, though. He would use a word that was impolite and sounded unkind, but he never meant it in an unkind way. He would be talking about our their lemon tree (my her lemon tree), which was covered every January in delicate, … Continue reading Something unfinished.
Once upon a time, a long time ago, three oak trees grew in front of our house. The trees (saplings, surely) were planted in the strip between street and sidewalk in the early 1900s, when forest became suburb and our neighborhood was built, three whole miles from the downtown city center. By the time we … Continue reading Green is for the growing time.
We drove east through a thunderstorm, the kind of summer storm that moves like Pigpen's dust cloud, sunlight visible all around it, glistening steam in its wake. We took the highway as far as we could, because the highway was the most efficient route and I was driving. Then we curved around rural roads, crisscrossing … Continue reading Beauty for a day.
Water, light and food. If wall charts could talk, they'd tell you these are the things plants need to survive, to advance from seeds into leaf bearers. Wall charts work better, of course, with human interpreters: gardeners, farmers, teachers. It's one thing to diagram photosynthesis but another to act out how plants grow cattywampus if … Continue reading Seeds.