My garden is dead.

As in, completely lost.

When I finally got home, I found my little, decade-old garden gone. Dried up like a potato chip.

While I could play the stiff upper-lip part I probably should, I will not.

I will be real. I will admit that this has crushed me.

However, I refuse to join my garden as a squashed tortilla chip on the lawn.

I will rise again with offbeat flowers and quirky trees at my side.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe