what a difference a year makes—where zinnias used to growwith promise,mangled weeds pool outinstead,where chamomile daisies once burstlike a meadow, I just seedry, dead things. but also this June’s peachharvest tripled from the lastand I scooped vanilla icecream over strawberries and freshpeach slices. what a difference, what a difference…pain bleeding, joy drippingfrom my hands,lifting my… Continue reading