What can YOU say in six sentences?
I want to be that daring gardener who ploughs up her front yard -- to the horror of the Neighborhood Association -- and plants Birds of Paradise, waist high.
I want the confusion of their orange and purple plumage to lure the staid widow woman across the street from her manicured veranda. She will enter my jungle yard, throw up her skirt and dance like a cossack’s bride.
I want musicians…Continue
Today, stooped, with her hands five inches into the soil, she found happiness.
There was a first, subtle shift as the banked coals within her started glowing.
She tilled a bed for simple snapdragons, pink and yellow, carefully avoiding the jagged leaves of poppies now three inches high.
The passing joggers and stroller-pushing mommies gave only a glance to the middle-aged woman pulling shallow winter weeds between her perennials.
Better that they didn't realize…Continue
First, the three-month drought took the garden and their little patch of yard, and after that, the unprotected topsoil washed away in the rains. Etta stood at the edge of the house where sharp, bevelled trenches ran downhill to nothing. What she mourned for was her tiny stand of Cahaba lilies, rare everywhere but one corner of Alabama, lost in the cruel dry months and deluge that had followed. Now, she supposed, she would have to wait for another…