Coming Up Roses
Today Tolby ate her first piece of grass. It was brown and shriveled and hadn't seen light in 6 months, but as I watched her warm fingers shove it into her mouth till she gagged, I recognized it for what it was: manna from heaven. Sitting there in the midst of one of the first truly springish days of the year, I felt that sunlight alone could have nourished us sufficiently, but Tolby, in her infant wisdom, saw through the pricklies to the restorative benefits a little roughage could provide.
And it was good.