Daily story, March 14, 2025

Out in the vegetable patch, the boy is digging again. There cannot be so much work to do. I have kept a garden before. I used to keep this one. The plants grow themselves. He is avoiding me. He is out there turning the same soil all day to avoid his duty. It’s an insult to our generosity, and to the great abundance that spills from the earth. I’ll make him regret it. We’ll enjoy our crop alone.