February 15th, 2005

ghost

I love my love with an E

Last night wasn't so different from the usual, only we had a little dark chocolate. We don't pay a lot of attention to love holidays. We're very, very fortunate that way.

I want to get my hands into soil. This is the time when it becomes an aching, forceful need in me. Mushroomy-smelling loam on an overcast day, the local birds all watching curiously while I put down seed. They want it eat my seeds before they get a chance to germinate, but I'll take measures against that. The ground'll be warm enough soon to get a shovel in. Then everything will be OK.