Emptying boxes of recycling at the transfer station, I found a drawing of my daughter’s making, from a few years ago. In a shallow sea of mud, surrounded by the mighty clangor of trash-moving activity, seagulls pinwheeling overhead, I studied her bright creation, laid it carefully on the passenger seat, and returned it to our living room wall.
Flowers? More, please.
Nothing is so beautiful as spring –
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush….
What is all this juice and all this joy?
– Gerard Manley Hopkins