Category Archive: Running on Empty

Pruning

I pruned petunias today, dead-headed shriveled blossoms past their prime. It wasn’t hard to take dry ones, to pinch, nip off those bent for seed, but removing ones not quite dead, spotted, or discolored, still harboring life’s spark brought me up short, jolted me like a seedling torn from its bed. I saw old Jessie …

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