The non existent garden

The city came and cut the trees. I was excited, this brings so much sun into the side yard where most of the garden is supposed to grow. A small branch fell on my glass table and it broke. Not only did it break all the plants on the table. A branch fell and tossed all my artichoke plants into the sky and to who knows ware. They city workers knocked and said sorry so whatever. I got the table for free from my neighbor when they moved.

I have these onions and these radish every ware sprouting in random areas. They never grow to their full potential, most of the seeds fall into cracks or onto the horrible hard soil. All the seeds that blew away have decided to grow. All purposefully planted seeds rarely show up to the plant party. It could be because I garden when I choose to garden and not when the plant calendar says I should. I know it’s not correct and I will not have as many yields but when the frost is gone and the sunshine burns holes into my ice heart, I assume its time. Then its frost again and rain and a hour of sun, more frost than a day so hot the devil himself is probably in front of an air conditioner.

It’s supposed to rain. But who knows, every time my eyes close it rains. When I go to sleep it’s raining, when I walk outside and blink rain hits my eyelids, open my eyes no rain. I don’t know what’s going on. I never see this rain.

End thoughts.