GARDENS<\/strong>
\nWord Count: 348<\/p>\n

He holds the tomato he\u2019s just picked. He is amazed by its warmth before he realizes it has absorbed the sun. And realizes he is thinking of her breasts and how he misses the weight of them, the soft warmth of them, in his hands. He quickly puts the tomato in the bag alongside the yellow squash and single cucumber. He gave up on the string beans; it hurt his back to hunch down over them and flip through leaves to find them. He didn\u2019t like them well enough to bother yet still he felt a crack squeak in his soul, knowing what she\u2019d think of that.<\/p>\n

Well next year there likely wouldn\u2019t be a garden. Maybe he\u2019d put in a couple of tomato plants in pots and set them in the sun out on the porch. He\u2019d read about that somewhere, container gardening he thought they called it. When he\u2019d suggested it she spat it out like milk gone bad. No self-respecting farmer would restrain tomatoes in a pot,<\/em> she\u2019d said. He laughed. Her and her gardens.<\/p>\n

Just in the month that she\u2019d been gone the weeds have overtaken the flowers in the beds around the house. He tried while she\u2019d been in the hospital. He didn\u2019t know the weeds from plants. Everything was blooming. He\u2019d wondered about her choices until his neighbor pointed out the Goldenrod, the sourgrass, the Queen Anne\u2019s Lace as it spread into the lawn. The poison ivy he found out about himself.<\/p>\n

Why she spent so much time and effort on all this stuff, he\u2019d never know. It seems an awful waste of time to him. He figures in the fall he\u2019ll spread some grass seed. Easier to simply mow and buy his vegetables at the grocery; what normal people do.<\/p>\n

He slices the one lone cucumber and wonders why it has no seeds. He steams the squash as he\u2019s had it with dinner every night. He picks up the tomato and the knife, holds it hovering above and cannot bring himself to slice it. Barely sees it through his tears.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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