After an emotional day of crying that spilled over into fuzzy numbness, we set out on our holiday weekend trip to the lake. As we walked down the path towards my car, I spotted my sage plants, in full bloom. I bent down to pick a fuzzy, silver sage leaf, hoping that its earthy aroma would revive my spirits. As I pinched the leaf from its plant, I heard the crisp snap of a plant stem breaking behind me.
With the sage leaf pressed tightly to my nose, I turned around to see him twirling a flower between his thumb and index finger. Then, with a calm and caring smile upon his face, he handed me a small raceme lined with the blue, pea-like flowers of the wild indigo plant. We climbed in the car and, like an appeased child with a lollipop in one hand and an ice cream cone in the other, I held the sage and the wild indigo flowers as we drove away from my house.