pinching tiny yellow blossoms from mullein stalks,
wildcrafting along clear creek, before the mouth of the canyon.
I brought sand toys for my patient daughter, who makes trips from the thick pebbled sandy bank with her purple bucket full of water.
I take note of the progress of flowers. mullein flowers unhurriedly sprout from the second year plant. five blossoms here, twelve on this one, three on this.
she calls three two one
we chase spinning plastic shovels before they're carried downstream.