I don't know if it's that I slept like the dead over the weekend, hardly rising from my bed, or if it's the great purging of tears I spent over my husband reading through this site, or if it's some shoot that's springing up from me because he read all the stuff I had to say, but I'm feeling pretty good about my life these last few days.
We have a compost heap that he started when he was gardening obsessively. In the middle of it, there's this plant growing. It's growing big and fast, and it's healthy, feeding off all the shit of our compost. We keep wondering what it is...some pepper or melon or other fruit core we threw out with the trash. Who knows what it will turn out to be.
I kind of feel like that plant.
