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“Why did the marigolds die?”

“I dunno!’

“Did you pull them?”

“No!” 

“Did they die of their own free will?”

“They died of their own free will.”

“Do you see that new one growing?”

“Where?”

“Right there by those fava beans.  On this side.”

“Oh yeah.”

“You can tell by the serrated leaves.”

“Yeah.”

“How did it get there?”

“I dunno!”

The delicata squash is growing, so lovely–sprawling and cute, with its tendrils, but kind of blocking out the volunteer tomato plant. 

The tree collard Ming propagated, I thought it was dead long ago, but lo and behold–it lives.  There are withered brown leaves but two strong green ones on a strong green stem.

Experimenting with tank tops.

The Lammas ceremony yesterday at church, Ming brought our prayer for the coming year.

By Laura-Marie

Good at listening to the noise until it makes sense.

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