This is the tiniest scrap of minuscule flowers in a portion of what was once the garden at the Yoga Center. Parts of it are covered in leaves and debris. As I understand it, though I don’t know this for a fact, this represents an emergency backup plan where a piece of root severed from its plant sends up a sudden bloom. A last ditch effort to reproduce. Humans, of course, lack this capacity. Our gestation period wanders through the seasons, and when the going gets tough, we tend just to die. There are many more plants than humans on the earth.

I will use this opportunity to pass on a bit of gossip delivered to me by a neighbor. It wasn’t a gardener who hacked away at the plants for the landlord, it was a group of forty or more people who came one day while I was in the hospital to dig up and replant what was once the Yoga Center garden. People who value plants and probably yoga, who will donate back the plants when the time comes, or else their offspring. The Yoga Center has a temporary home and is negotiating (at least talking with the city about) a city owned empty structure not far from here that was once a restaurant, but hasn’t been occupied for several years. It would give them lots of room and at least a minimal garden area. It would also be much more visible than their present temporary location. I wish them luck, and trust that their success will radiate throughout the community.