I’ve been gardening a lot in the month of May. And pulling weeds.
So. Many. Weeds. And none of them the fun kind.
I was struck by how suddenly they appeared. In the space of a few days, my empty flower bed was suddenly full of wild violets, dandelion, creeping charlie, and worse things. Prickly things. Toxic things. Deeply rooted things. Weeds that can grow so powerfully they rip apart concrete.
… also whatever that one plant is that smells like old cum. Ugh. Weeds.
The thing is, they didn’t really appear out of nowhere.
I knew they were coming.
They left their seeds and their taproots behind last autumn. Their seeds stayed quiet and waited for conditions to be right. When the planet tilted in their favor, and the sun shone warmly down on them, and the snowmelt watered them, they began to unfurl, out of sight, under the crust of the earth.
I’ve felt the warm air and stomped through the puddles left by the rain. Even though I can’t see them, I have always known that they were there. I’ve watched my flower beds like one watches a door they know is about to open.
When they finally make their move and show themselves, I am ready.
The recent changes to the state laws of Alabama, Georgia, Mississippi, Arkansas, Missouri, Kentucky, Ohio, and Utah regarding abortion and reproductive rights shocked a lot of people. Suddenly, everything was happening everywhere, all at once.
But these new laws didn’t appear out of nowhere.
I knew they were coming. And so did a lot of other people.