when autumn comes,
i put the garden to bed.
so tired from the busy year past that my back screams when i think, hmmm, some tulips would be nice! so, i don't. spring peaks greenly through the moldering soil, and i curse my smoldering back again, wishing i had planted those luscious, frilly tulips by my front door. sigh.
it's nice when i can create flower bouquets for people. i paint with living things!
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