been thinking about

y-o-u.

Yes, you.

it's hard to grow where the soil is low on nutrients, water, sunlight and love.

can't help y'all. if it were possible it would not be help. it would be enabling.
and no time for tending to sick, dying flowers. as it is i have a raised bed facing northeast with a zucchini plant fighting with the kale for space. the pepper is lost in there and the lettuce is almost done being harvested daily, for rat salads. human sandwiches. etcetera.

Oh. write free-flow. like let the conscious mind go. and write i suppose. or hunt and peck for the feeling i cannot explain. numbness takes away the emotion. yet the feeling would be called loving compassion mixed with a bitter rage. anger is not my strong suit yet the bad seeds are a pisser to be sure. boundaries are necessary. they won't stay out of the garden otherwise. when i find needles on the ground and dirthy clothing in the bed and trash laying on the floor, well, i thank my lucky stars i have a blog site to dump on. not meant for public view. excuse me if you stumble in.


have a nice day.