The green beans are nestled down. Snug under old linens of love.
The peppers are left to fend for themselves.
The carrots and peas won’t mind a smidge.
The front porch spirits are indoors.
Stay warm this spooky cool night, y’all.
The green beans are nestled down. Snug under old linens of love.
The peppers are left to fend for themselves.
The carrots and peas won’t mind a smidge.
The front porch spirits are indoors.
Stay warm this spooky cool night, y’all.
Monarchs get hungry moving through.
“It’s chilly out, Mama, did you know Chile is a country?”
How many foods do you see?
I’d always saved the plastic pots and trays from purchased transplants.
Save them. Wash them. Scrub them. Rinse them. Sanitize them. Dry them. Fill them. Sow them.
Then they’d break.
Recycle bin. And hope. Hope they’d actually be recycled.
I put the brakes on all that.