This is kickass. It’s a lot like what I’m feeling right now. Time is moving too fast and too slow and the things that you should do don’t get do. The gardens of the dead, or the gardens associated with the dead, are some of the most heart-rending places in the world.
from Laurels by Julie Carter
I would take it somewhere else to die. I know
that it takes the acid of deep Ohio soils but I
have killed the others–mowed them or let themdrown in burdock–before the pink beads of their
flowers could pop open like peppermints, spiralingout in red and white. Because my husband
gave me three and I killed two. Because hegave me three and nothing sent me to the back
yard and the yellowjackets and the yellowsun to guardthem and two died …
