Hope Is a Garden
These sweet pink flowers were given to me by the person who generously agreed to let Extinction Rebellion Boston paint a mural on the (very public) back of their garage, which is what I spent much of my summer weekends doing. After so many plant gifts, a garden that reads as a web of relationships and generosity, it feels downright disappointing to buy plants from the store: I don’t get to help dig them out, or give plants in return.