At the hemline
Calliope stood and brushed loose dirt from her knees. “Peas are up!” The Muse of Harmony had leaned a panel with wire mesh against a spruce stump — as a trellis for the climbing crop. Even though she was disappointed that a blight took out five towering evergreens that once grew on the hillside, she was excited to see what kind of vegetables might thrive in the reclaimed sunny spot.
Urania watched her garden loving friend through an open window. She’d just read a short meditation about the victory gardens grown during WWII. The piece pointed out that gardens today are an affordable luxury available to almost anyone inclined to try. In support of Cal’s efforts she called, “Fantastic! I love snap peas.”
Thalia appeared from only-heaven-knows-where. She wore flowers in her curls, grapevine weaved into a belt, and… she was using tiny pinecones to separate her toes for a pedicure? She scrutinized the spreading squash and zucchini creepers. “We’re gonna have pumpkins to carve in October!” The Muse of Wit wiggled her eyebrows. “Just like Mother Nature… we collect what serves our growth. Sun, rain… nutrients from the soil. Then we turn it into something new — our love letters!”
Words from Typist:
C has been demoted to “c”. 🎉
Many thanks to Bobby who suggested the shift in his comment yesterday.
Anything you might look at from a new posture today?