From September

On Motherhood: I track time by the flowers, by which have bloomed and which have faded.

I track time by the flowers, by which have bloomed and which have faded. By the way the sedums that line the path to my porch have gone from blush to mauve. The way the butterfly bush is now empty and still. The way the echinacea flowers have all lost their color. The way the wind blows the leaves around in the black walnut tree outside my bedroom windo…