The flag bared over the verdure like victory. My lawn came alive. That’s what flags do. They incite plants, give them honor and bearing.

And that’s great because because my garden means everything to me and a seal of approval–even a self-assigned one with a drape of stars and stripes works when something like a lawn is so temporary.

I will drape a flag over my door too, hoping for the same effect. I’ll wear it as a pair of shorts, to show that the United States has a sense of humor.

I’ll stare and reflect and find meaning, try to remember the words that I used last time when staring at something for so long.