why yes, i do garden, how did you know?

I could try to craft a torturous metaphor

Of the impending frost

That will reach deep into the ground

And the hearts of all things

Or I could sit in the sun

With a knife

And a bucket of onions

IMG_2109Onions wait for no metaphors

Gardening is bad for egos and good for onions.

For more growth and ego-puncturing, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.


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