Dear Curiosity Journal,
I make my watery procession through the flower tunnel, gathering the garden hose behind me like the train of an elaborate gown, cumbersome around corners, and prone to entanglement. Droplets cascade from my hand, pattering down a baptismal blessing of life-giving liquid. The cotyledon of the climbing vines visibly vivify as they absorb the shower, reinvigorated to animate their ascension skyward, unfolding true leaves, tendrils, and finally efflorescence. My flower tunnel fairytale is coming to life. Now, to fortify the trellis and train the vines. To be continued…
~Joy
