It's #tbt! Enjoy this great one from SWWIM Every Day's archives!
A book from your college days tucked next to my Strunk & White, your name scrawled on a page in your mix of capitals and lowercase. Such precision of bloom dates, soil pH, and mineral composition, almost invasive in the details of the little lives of these plants. You always said you wanted to take me to the Adirondacks. A trip .02 degrees north never made. It is a prayer of sorts to touch these pages of bloodroot and bittersweet, trillium and nightshade, paper birch and hornbeam. I pause on Monotropa uniflora: Indian pipe, otherwise, ghost pipe, corpse plant, one they say can grow even absent all light.
Sarah Kilch Gaffney is a writer, brain injury advocate, and homemade caramel aficionado living in Maine. You can find her work at www.sarahkilchgaffney.com.
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