Feeding the birds artificially, once again.
A broken pot full of life.
Greeks and the Romans shouted at basil seeds as they sowed them.
I find my favorite garden bench in the shade, sit back, open a book and get lost in its pages.
Water is life, and in the garden it quenches the soul.
An action can cause unforeseen events to unfold for reasons unknown.
With all the empty, open pea pods scattered around her play area, I could imagine the pod people…
