watering the garden with my tears
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... Continue Reading →
I’m sitting here watching murder shows on I.D. rain hitting my windows, wind blowing more leaves into my yard. Every time I step outside something blows into my face. Example: yesterday a plastic bag tried to suffocate me. Everything is over wet. There’s mud every ware, my lawn is to my knees and I can’t... Continue Reading →
Gardening With This Bitch 