Meanwhile I had an idea for a one shot that woke me up at 2am.
A woman with an unnatural affinity with plants dies in child birth while giving birth to two sons. The husband is distraught, but does his best to raise these two young boys. One day he meets another woman who lost her husband, and they get together and remarry. The woman who he remarries takes on the role of mother to these very young boys and she knows nothing about being a mom. One day she’s outside and realizes that nothing outside never seemed to hurt the young boys. She begins to realize that the children’s mother was Mother Nature in the flesh and when she died, she became the earth once again. The woman realizes this and does her very best to keep the boys outside and loving the air and sun and ground, because she knows their mother, Mother Nature wants to be in their life as much as she can, by giving everything that she can do nature wise to her boys. Such as making the grass soft, the birds always singing, and the bugs always helpful and never biting her sons. And the story is told through the eyes of the man and I tell of his grief and and uncertainty, and then the woman that had slowly begun to realize, and then I’d switch to the perspective of the boys, when they were old enough to fully understand that their mother was always with them. And then I’d end the one shot with the woman that realized Mother Earth was the boy’s mother, dying and waking up in a beautiful field with flowers (Howl’s Moving Castle esque) and Mother Earth coming up to her and giving her such a warm embrace and then saying, “thank you for taking care of my sons. You did a good job. You can rest now.”