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Title: He wasn't always so meticulous...
Date: February 21, 2013
By: Lisa Graff
City: Rehoboth Beach
State: DE
School: Rehoboth Art League Free Write 5-2-2012
He wasn’t always so meticulous, okay, anal enough to use scissors for God’s sake but since Judy died the garden had become his obsession. He couldn’t bear the thought of being trapped indoors with her glasses, her notebooks she had filled piled high onto the nightstand and where her bathrobe still dangled on its hook in the bathroom. Now when he put his hands in the soil to feed the impatience and petunias he felt safe—their colors channeled his grief. Judy loved color and they had argued for years about beige sofas or camel cushions. Out here he became an expert gardener, tiller of all things tangible. Here kneeling on the soft grass, he was lost but not lonely. Not once when he donned his straw hat had he ever felt lonely.