Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil (with apolgies to John Berendt)

The whisper runs through the garden like a faint breeze, lightly masked by the nighttime serenade of frogs and insects.  It begins with the frantic mumbling of the smallest beet at the very end of the row.  “The dandelion!” it cries, in a tiny, frightened voice.“Dandelion!” mocks a tall bean plant, its tone scornful andContinue reading “Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil (with apolgies to John Berendt)”