Day Twenty-Three

I bet when Mirabel was small she drove everyone bonkers with all her questions...

Day Twenty-three: Roots

Isabela was walking through her Abuela Valentina’s back garden. She was randomly touching the leaves of various plants, trying to get a better idea in her head of how their roots did the things they did. In all the time she’d been able to grow flowers, it never occurred to her to look beyond what was above the soil.

Mirabel came out from the kitchen and came over to her and said, “Whatcha doin, Isa?”

“Research,” Isa said.

“By touching leaves?” Mirabel said as she reached out.

Isabela wanted to be irritated with her little sister, but Mirabel’s curiosity had often led her to new discoveries. She would ask the most random questions, and Isabela would often times realize the answers she was looking for were right there under her nose. “Yes, when I do that, sometimes I can feel into the soil.”

“Wow, that’s awesome, Isa. Abuela has so many different kinds of things growing, I can barely remember what’s what. Like, can you feel a potato or a carrot?”

Isabela pointed, “Those are potatoes,” she said then moved her arm and added, “those are carrots. I’m not actually sure if I can feel a potato... maybe?”

Mirabel nodded and Isabela went back to her research. Mira would ask another random question and Isabela would answer, realizing that it was love and care that made roots grow stronger. Especially the ones that held their family together.