Oct 24, 2022
I can smell the fennel freezing, cells bursting in the garden, releasing licorice perfume. Their deepest essence floats on the frosty air. Oh I wish you were here to breathe it in.
"Adventure" chicken comes early for scraps. I throw old pipes I ripped from the floor instead, she runs away across the silver blades of grass and then I return for the hearty fennel.