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A Garden Dream: Yesterday, the day mom died, the radish seed Sienna brought home from her field trip sprouted. I have never had good luck growing things, even when we had a yard. We grew a few beans and tomatoes, but that’s about it.

Last night I had a dream. I was walking someone out to their car through my backyard, which was a garden. We ate heirloom tomatoes of different colors, and she helped me clean bugs and dirt off a watermelon (growing on the same vine as a pumpkin, very Minecraft) by sending Dalton inside for a paper towel. The garden was somewhat overgrown and I explained I hadn’t been outside since the previous Sunday because my week had been so busy.

I love the idea of growing my own food but I can’t keep so much as a houseplant or basil alive these days.

Neverending Story:
The Song That Never Ends: 1
Dalton: 0

True Words: Arthur has said to me twice this week, “I don’t like eating.” I know, bud. I’ve noticed.


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