june 5, 2025

Daily we check the yard for what flowers may have gently spread open their petals overnight. The full bloom of the white peony is as big as his face as he presses his nose in to learn its scent.

We search for the missing part of the blue watering can. Instead we find a lone frog, perched on the edge of the white window box.

He wants to know if we are hearing a jet or a plane. I want to know that he is close enough to kiss.