I tried to write today. I was on my way into the house. I was going straight upstairs to my office to begin composing. But then I noticed something in the front yard between the tree roses still wild in their red ruffled first bloom. There! A tender cotyledon of some sort pushing up through the mulch.
You know how I often yank out weeds sometimes when I return from my morning walk. Can you see the bend of my back as I stoop down to inspect this new growth?
But there was something so non-weedy about this growing thing. Perhaps it was the unusual turn of its green, a domesticity blaring in the gentle roundness of her leaves. I left her there, leaves turned toward the early morning sun, germinating. But by then, filled with the curiosity of what she might become, I forgot entirely what else I had to say. Oh, wonder. All day, all I could do was fill up on wonder.
I promise to do better tomorrow.