1-5. notice the riot of green spreading across the blacked earth.
Look, I say. The grass. It’s growing back.
He steals a glance and says, You know, I almost got some [blackened earth] for you on my way home yesterday, but I didn’t have a container. Next time.
Aw !, I say, and our youngest asks, What? I tell him his Daddy was going to get me some dirt because loves me, and the look on his face is utter confusion.
I tell him to marry a witch one day and he‘ll understand.