Monday, 31 March 2014

Abundant Dirt


Seeds are poked into fine loam. Seedlings shifted from their tiny pot confinements to larger earth. Blue pen squiggles on the plastic markers. Little Granddaughter views the sunflower progress, satisfied.
'Are they growing?' Nam-ma asks.
She looks again. 'Yes, they are. Yes, they have.' The tone: toddler-imperious.
Nam-ma grins. They are and they have. She likes that the present tense precedes the past. She likes the emergent confidence. 'Good,' she says.
Two coats are heaped on a workbench. Broad bean leaves are a midgreen, rounded: the peas paler and sneaking up in curls. Sunflower leaves pair like cupped open hands.


Tea Break


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