Lately the moon has been out while it is still light and it looks so clear and close. We've stood side by side looking up, marveling at how it looked lit from within, like a light bulb was on inside it. Last night I could see eyes and a smile and he couldn't and I think he thought I was messing with him.
But I wasn't.
He has stayed out with me until it is too dark to see anymore. We talk about where to place the plants. I taught him how to loosen each plant from the container, gently pulling, giving the plastic bottom a little squeeze if it won't come free. I showed him how to loosen the ones that are a bit root bound, so they will 'take' more easily. He fetches water and drenches each new section we plant.
When I stand up and arch my back, trying to ease the ache, he steps behind me and rubs his hands on my back. He misses the spot and doesn't rub hard enough, but I tell him how much that helps and I thank him.
The flower beds are looking much improved, with red and white Vinca and sections of parti-colored Coleus.
But he is what I'm really growing, for my children are my heart's garden; and he's taking quite well.
This evening when we came into the house he said that I should go lie down and rest my back after all that planting. I replied that I would, but first I had to put the baby to bed.
With sincerity and feeling he said, "Wow Mom. Your life is harsh."
This kid is awesome.