Green thumb
You wouldn't believe how many plants I have. I like working with my hands in the dirt, digging and ripping on the roots. The plants need my hands, or so it seems. And it is a pleasant ritual that gives me a sense of purpose and completion without burdening me with knowledge of things I can't do anything about (deaths, Palestinians, Bush, you know dear Reader, etc.)
It is simply a perfect day, cool and clear and bright, the sky as blue as can be. Shouldn't the world be gloomy? If this were a movie, or if I were writing a vignette, the day would be suitably ominous.
It is simply a perfect day, cool and clear and bright, the sky as blue as can be. Shouldn't the world be gloomy? If this were a movie, or if I were writing a vignette, the day would be suitably ominous.