Earth Day. I think of it as an opportunity to give back, collectively, to this home that nurtures us so generously.
But it is I who receives the gifts.
As I weed the foot of a tree that I am mulching, my fingers already tired of fighting the roots of grass, a man, walking his dog, stops to thank me for bringing beauty to his neighborhood park.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Chiqui patiently helping a much younger child (one who walked up to watch while his Little League scrimmage started) manage a rake.
At a greater distance, Golondrina, my shy and slow-to-warm-up child, is weeding with a woman I don’t know, and they are deep in conversation.
It is gifts like these that I receive, when my intention is to give.