Out here where plants are. I like how you grow. Taking your time. Stubborn. I name them as I walk. Bayberry, asters, mullein, clover, alders, viburnum, spruce. I knew before I knew, that they protected me. Pull leaves off to smell, bayberry clutched in my hands pushed against my face. Crush it to release such a scent. And up close, little fearless lines, defiant.