It’s beautiful! It’s wonderful! It’s magical to see the creativity coming back to me. Yet, procrastination is still an enemy. I wait so long to plant the seeds, and then neglect the sprouts. They go without water, starving and dry. I must remember to water them and tend to them daily so they can grow ...

My daddy was a gardener His basil got taller than me. Everything smelled like pizza as shaggy bunches dried. I grew up on the front porch snapping green beans He carried over in five-gallon buckets. I remember tasting summer all winter long, Little yellow broccoli buds when he gently parted swirls of leaves With the ...