We were walking the sidewalk along Selby Avenue toward Dark Raven Studios, where the older kids practice tai chi. Here and there, a tree grew along the walk, skirted in weeds and dust. In the center of the street a crow pecked crumbs from discarded cellophane, hopping first to one side, then to the other, as the occasional car passed.
I snuffed a breath through my stuffy nose and grumbled inarticulately. Only the crow seemed to hear, and flapped to a nearby lamppost.
Then Trevor said, “I know why there are so many wish flowers today.”
Wish flowers? I thought. I looked at our youngest. He was gazing at a clump of ragged dandelions, which had shed their jaunty yellow caps to bare their graying heads to the breeze
“There are lots of wish flower because last week there were lots of dandelions!” he said, pointing to the balding stems.
Today a weed; tomorrow a wish. So much I’ve forgotten about wonder. So much to learn.
2 thoughts on “Wish Flowers”
I love “wish flowers” as a name. I spent hours weeding in the back yard last weekend, and then sat down with some cold water to admire. Tinkerbell came around from the front of the house with a handful of dandelions, saying, “look at all the wishes I have!” She happily blew them all over the back yard. I didn't have to heart to stop her.
A brillant boy … I can see a greeting card here.