I woke up a little uneasy, thinking - (gasp) what did I do? Fear, uncertainty, embarrassment. Who the hell wants to look at pictures of my plants and hear me talk about them? Well, that didn’t take long for fear to creep in!

Since my regularly scheduled work meeting with my father typically takes place at a pub (Caronavirus shrapnel), we were forced to bring our St Patty’s Day soda pop to the beach, poor us. The drilling business is not an easy one so these reprieves are absolutely necessary for our mental health.

It’s always an adventure with Dad and this time was no different. We forgot a bottle opener for our soda pops and needed a solution, stat. We scoped the shore line and eyed the sand dunes for a comparable solution, when we happened upon a metal stake. As he MacGyver’s off the cap, I spot an aged bottle buried in the sand. Of course as any hopeless romantic would assume, it’s a message in a bottle! My mind spirals to years past, forbidden lovers, unspoken heartbreak.

It was a message alright, one specifically meant for me.

There inside, sprouting up from it’s interior layer of sand was a strong healthy stem, topped with glistening, green leaves.

What a strange place to grow. Maybe uncomfortable or could be cozy, but growing nonetheless.