The gate is made of different pieces of plywood from different projects over the years.
The fence that surrounds the garden is tall and on one side there is barbed wire so the deer can't get in.
Everything is made with leftover stuff from other projects
Hoses taped for better water pressure
Shovels and hoes leaning against the metal fence.
Wooden stakes to mark the rows
Empty seed packets are shoved on top of the stakes to what the plant is.
The garden is my happy place since I was a kid.
It was my dad and I thing.
He and I would go pick stuff in the garden before dinner with everyone.
As years go on my life has changed fast.
Stuff has happened that hurts a person.
The garden is a metaphor for my life.
We went from doing a garden every year to never.
Never take the little moments for granted
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The poetry of a sad muse
PoetryI never show my writing to anyone, so please be kind. Also side note I'm dyslexic 😭. This is basically how I get threw problems and talk about my mental health without talking.
