I've been talking to the plants. But I might have sounded a little dreadful in saying, "You smell good, I'll taste you with my spaghetti al pesto soon." I didn't want to whine to your plants.
The traffic was quite heavy and I was lightheaded from sleeplessness. I watered the plants and that's the only thing that made me feel alive today. I've been clinging tightly to the splendid memory the weekend left. And so I survived the usually terrifying Monday.
B. (Basil) and T. (Tarragon) didn't look very good today so I took out the white plastic bag and housed them in prettier vases. I'm wondering if they're really getting enough Sunlight. Today I told them that they can't die on me now. We're too involved. They whispered something back, and we shared a silent joy in this high noon after surviving a tiring, unforgiving night. We dream of making the entire room smell green, and the wind flies in with thoughts of you in its wings.
