|The Garden in April 2014|
Gary pulled rough work gloves, enjoying smells of dirt from previous gardening ventures. Between Gary and Kelly, the roses had been pruned, now bursting in color. Gary reveled in scented beauty.
Oranges by June, Gary smiled. Kelly will love that.
But, last week’s wind storm had almost destroyed the lemon tree. Dang! If only I had cut off some branches, or picked off older lemons…then…I
Pain burst in his head. Behind his eyes an aura obliterated the roses. Star bursts, quavering lines.
Gary crawled inside, calling “Kelly!”
Sadly, Kelly guided Gary. Another dark room day.