The roses are blooming.
The bees are busy.
A guest in the garden.
I leave as much of the Dame's Rocket in the garden as I can for them.
A little doodle and a question.
What if instead of answering the question "What do you want to be when you grow up" with a career we thought more broadly?
What kind of a person do we want to be?
And just when are we "grown up?"