last night when i stumbled out of bed.
|From Planting Along The Verge|
even though she’s been there for years.
we walked the ranch today and got a few things figured out and now there’s garlic and tomatoes roasting in the oven and the dishwasher went and changed his gray fading to green fading to threads t-shirt and is wearing an orange pebbly one and he’s sporting a gash on his head from fetching christmas lights down from the attic because i mentioned i might want to put them “around”. i had an idea to put them on the mantel or the floor around the edges of the room.
all these notions…
they don’t mean anything do they?