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.