Small things are funny.
You stick them in the ground and feed, water, sunlight, air them, and you try to give them elbow room. But it seems impossible to judge.
How much is too much space?
How much is crowding?
How can I know the full height and girth and circle of emotional safety you will need, bitty, unless I see you full grown? Unless I know the end result? Unless I know whether or not they will one day want to interview me for a Behind the Music about your life?
I went to put the watercolors away a couple nights ago. They were neatly tucked into the packaging, brushes rinsed and slipped into the side compartment. Hmm, I thought, I did not do this.
Yes, maybe it was the fairies, but more likely it was the biggest bitty. And she’s growing right on up, so lovely, right before my eyes.
