Worry / by Karie Luidens


It’s funny being halfway across the country and thus unable to walk among the plants each morning and evening, pulling the occasional weed and checking the undersides of leaves. I know they’re being watered regularly while I’m away, but beyond that how do I know they’re healthy and well?

I communicate my concern for their well-being in the form of texted questions that are too vague to be meaningful. How’s the garden doing? Fine! How do all the plants look? The usual, same as yesterday. Are they growing? I think, slow and steady like always, maybe faster with all the rain. Great! ...Is this a taste of how parents feel when they leave their young kids with relatives for a long weekend? That is, entirely trusting of those in charge, but possessive of their right to worry anyway.