Broken and In Need to be Carried


The seeds of fox-tail grass and Queen Ann’s Lace are ripe and fallen into the flower beds. The perennials that survived the summer’s drought have gone dormant, their dull wilted leaves droop against other plants and fallen branches from the locust tree. The brown-eyed Susan’s are dried out; their black buds and crinkly leaves snarled with rampant bind weed.
Looking at the scene my emotions move from my chest to my throat and I feel myself tearing up. This isn’t the first time I’ve looked at my yard with dismay


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