An imprint of a dandelion or flower in red and purple with a pinkish white center, blending like watercolor into a field of dark gray.


After my mother died, I had the urge to plant something, to watch something grow. It felt good to sink my hands into the earth, feel the soil sift through my fingers.

It felt tangible.

Plant a tree, a flower, a cactus, whatever you are drawn to, in memory of your loved one. As you care for it, you are reminded that everything has its season.

Prompt by: Manon Banta