In came she, the Apprentice, wanting to learn the trade of budding. Out in the garden, she trimmed her grass, first. She was green like a twig, but a perfect novice to tease. I watched her from the distance,looking...

I walked through the garden again this morning. The flowers all bent, their colors drained by a sun that no longer remembers how to shine. The ground, once soft beneath my feet, feels hollow now, like something taken away before I...