There really is no one there the hours pass and I hear birds cars and trucks on the road no one speaks to me my face scrunches ready to cry. my tear ducts refuse to cooperate. Another dry day of dread and solitude. This from a woman who likes to garden alone should be able…
The Sad Gardener
This dark cloud has me bedridden stomach burning in response to my foul mood. Triggers land like landmines in my head in my house, in my life. Betrayed by someone with an agenda. My lifestyle is offensive. I have upset the mowing community by mowing without gas. These events cause undue harm to my fragile…
Amanuensis Sobriquet-Reverie 