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The fringe of Everly's eyelashes flutters in the cool night air, blinking against the light from a full moon. She lays on the ground in a spotlight of moonbeams. The crimson of her dress pooled around her in sharp contrast to the dry grass. As her dark eyes open fully, she jumps to her feet. Her long hair fanning out around her as she spins in half-circles in each direction searching for someone, an answer, a reason for how she finds herself here.
A Tomato for Your Anxiety
I wiped another bead of sweat off my head, put down a pair of scissors and sank into the plush grass to admire my hard work. After a week of rain and a now warm late spring sun, the abundance of growth is staggering. I had just finished assembling a trellis, for a soon to be wall of tomatoes, when I decided to take some time for reflection. The trellis spans the back of my two newly installed garden beds. I’ve been thinking about garden fresh tomatoes since late fall. Nothing compares to sinking your teeth into produce you grew in your own backyard.