The rain held off long enough for me to finish mowing the lawn, and hoe a little for weeds – they
always seem to sprout even though nothing else does. I’m still waiting for the peas, the nasturtium – every seed I planted, in fact: a watched seed never sprouts.

After I was done, I slowly walked the yard, planning the demise of more lawn – especially where the grass grows thickest. At one point I stood under our pair of hawthorns just leafing out and bathed in the translucent green light.