I spotted a small sprout growing up from in between our window sill and the counter top in our kitchen today. In response, I felt a strange combination of frustration and happiness. I was frustrated because houses shouldn't grow plants from their walls. That's just not how things are supposed to work, and the kitchen these days is cold and always damp, and this little sprout coming up from the woodwork just seemed to be a manifestation of all those ways that the kitchen didn't match the idealized room that I have in my head. On the other hand, this little itty bitty sprout was there, despite the fact that this was clearly the wrong place for it, and it was this cute little stubborn plant working its way into the world- and I can't help but smile thinking about that. Anyway. I guess I'm just feeling very conflicted these days. Here's a picture of the little plant upon which I'm placing all this emotional turmoil.
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