Hello Writers! Boy, I could tell you stories about the garden, the greens, the grass, the grape leaves, the baby bunnies beneath the arugula, the heart shaped leaf faces, banners of foliage, the bowls of fresh greens I miss eating with Ma at Crispin Green, the wilting Romaine, the purple flowering mint, the heat of the pepper greens that are much hotter than the ones we buy so what are we doing wrong?, the many kinds of basil, the Japanese pine tree my friend brought over for my 50th birthday, the limp, unloved salads at Panera during my lunches with my friend Katie that I also miss, mint hill, Buddha Park beneath the volunteer mulberry tree, the ambling Maple, the moss, the moss, the moss... oh, how I love the moss and wish for a whole plague of it to take over the entire lawn until it's another planet
and the round, green, labyrinth, word I can never spell, that we walk over and over in and out to lengthen and unwind the green days as though it will somehow help us take it back again, like the past, when all the green is gone
Turns out
Green is Good Prompt
So are Sprinklers
I feel so much better now and I hope you will too after you write about green, garden greens 💚
