A Monday in late June. I’d cut the green tops off a bunch of scallions for dinner the night before and stuck the white ends in a jar because my mom always did, and here they were already pushing a new set of greens up toward the sun. I don’t know why this still surprises me every single time. I watered them, photographed them, and went back to whatever I was doing. A little garden on a sill. A small win for the price of a rubber band.
The scallions growing back
