The tomato plants were overgrown, tangled with basil and mint. A green hose lay coiled like a sleeping snake. She picked a small strawberry, blew dust off it, and ate it in one bite.
She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching a bee work a zucchini flower. No performance. Just the quiet fact of her body, the way her ribs moved with each breath. abby winters tour
“You can look around,” she added. “But don’t try to make it pretty. It already is.” The tomato plants were overgrown, tangled with basil