Waisted.
Once I was a locavore, so perhaps I shall be again. West Sixth Street, Bloomington. Twenty-degree bedroom in the winter, and a forlorn gospel church just off the top of the backyard. Carrots, peas, asparagus, sunflowers. Ah, I realize yet again, I miss my waist!
2 comments:
I had to look up locacore but I had a hunch. I remember Sixth Street.
I know I was only an occasional visitor but Bloomingulch sure seems like another life, now.
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