“A storm is coming, Ellie.”
Sweetheart, it came a year ago. We just didn’t realize how bad it was going to be.
She abruptly stands, something I haven’t seen in quite a few days/weeks, and says, “I have to cover the dandelions.”
I want to tell her to stay off Guin Recee’s property, but whatever. Sometimes a woman has it in her mind to trespass just to accomplish things in her life. In this case, I realize that trespassing and dandelions are forms of healing, and keep my trap shut. There’s no reason for me to be an ugly, at least not at this moment. Let her go. Keep quiet. The dandelions are her life these days. Her saving grace. The things that are making her life better.
Off she goes. To fetch a blue tarp next to the small garden shed on the neighbor’s property. To spread the giant squ
