The first thing she does is go downstairs out back. The cat follows her down. She’s got shoots to check on. She missed the weather all day. We are into the growing season. Snails and tiny slugs that live in the soil strip our beanlings of the leaves they need to transmute sunlight into growth and legumical goodness.
It got warm today but I still felt the chill. It’s not the weather. It’s me.
When She Gets Home
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