“Did you trace that, MAK?”
“No, Dad. I drew it myself.”
“Tracing is stealing someone else’s drawing.”
“I didn’t trace it.”
“That’s very good. Can you draw that, MAK? It’s not easy.”
“I can draw it.” I sat down on the backyard sidewalk with my paper, a magazine (so I had a smooth surface), and my colored pencils. I drew my first iris.
They were all planted outside the back fence — now I know why. My two favorite plants — lilacs and iris — are land devouring monsters. Spring is as much about stopping their ravenous spread as it is about starting a garden.
My neighbor, K, is giving me some plants later today from what she calls her “jungle.” After my walk with Dusty and Bear last evening, and a brief chat with K, I thought, “I’m getting plants from her, I’ve gotten plants from E (my other neighbor). Our gardens are going to have all the same plants.”
Then it hit me how cool that is, and I saw a sweet quiet story in it.