Hannah King mystinkybackpack.blogspot.ca GRANDPA If you wanted to talk to my grandpa, plant taxonomy was a good opener. He would take us for long walks in the forests of North Jersey. Be quiet now, don’t scare the wildlife. “What kind of plant is that, Grandpa?” I would whisper. I never remembered the answer. But I liked to hear him talk to me. Photo © Hannah King [image: Close up of a barnacle-covered rock at low tide.] Every July, us kids would stay at their house near the shore. Grandpa, who had been an inventor at Bell labs, kept the tidal charts taped to the side of the refrigerator so he knew when to fish, when to swim and when—at four in the morning—to take the six of us racing down the pebbly sidewalks to collect shells and walk the puddled moonscape of a Jersey low tide. Back home in his…