Heather K. Jacobsen

On the side of the house where only my cat and I wander, asters have been blooming in tiny, white starbursts, their violet or orange centers like little bullseyes for bees. Goldenrod have burst into sprays of fluffy yellow spires, so heavy they arc like fireworks raining down. The two species have co-evolved to co-exist, I’d learned from The Light Eaters, knowing that together, their busy pattern