"So, have you written anything lately?"
One would think I had, given how much I've been working in the backyard. Gardening is supposed to be good for the writer's soul, if all those Romantic Poets knew what they were talking about. But, I have no words to show for my labor, just some boxes and a lot of imported dirt.
In a month or so, there will be more green back here. And maybe with the arrival of the green, the words will follow. Or maybe the words come later, after the garden is well established. Or maybe I should get used to my shortage of words. Caitlyn may have stolen them all.
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