The Garden Again…

Probably the last garden post before everything withers and dies.

“I wasn’t going anywhere and neither was the rest of the world. We were all just hanging around waiting to die and meanwhile doing little things to fill the space. Some of use weren’t even doing little things. We were vegetables.”
― Charles Bukowski


    1. I’m glad I took these photos when I did, because they’re not glistening so brightly and joyfully any longer. They’ve started to look more like an old, grumpy man with the head hanging down low and a few hairs on a stained skull.
      My sunflowers realize that they’ve been beaten and now they’re eagerly waiting for death to free them from their pain & misery.

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