The peas are coming up in the garden and Revie checks them carefully when we go through the tiny gate.
He touches them lightly with his soft hands,
a small boy with bare feet and sweet brown eyes.
He picks flowers and puts them in his hair,
you can tell they make him feel special,
their golden petals resting against his curly brown hair.
He can spend the whole day outside and still cry when its time to come in,
and he loves to explore
off trail, through the woods,
delicately picking his way through the
Bloodroot leaves and the Trout Lily flowers,
light step after light step over the Lesser Celandine carpets
blanketing the ground.
We pick dandelions
and I show him we can eat them,
pluck a few petals
and put them on his tongue.
He spits them out
makes his face like “yuck!’
and offers me some.
The world is new for him,
and so it is for me too.
Thank you Revel,
for showing me the way.
For teaching me more than I can ever teach you.
Thank you for listening,