“That’s how it should be,” I said.

Benji held out his paper plate as I slid the warm dinosaur pancake off the iron skillet.

“Can we go water the sunflowers yet, Grandma?” Benji asked.

“We sure can,” I said.

The back screen door clicked shut behind us as the morning sun lit up the green lawn.

Benji carried the green plastic watering can in both hands, picking his way carefully across the patio tiles.

Along the wooden fence in the back garden, six tall stalks reached straight up into the clear Oklahoma sky.