I had a plan to make a huge garden, which was going to serve as a main food source for several people. The plan was very optimistic. Ray was involved.
I was making the argument that we could do it, pointing to a strange eggplant that had already grown without much effort on our parts.
But the garden plot was sort of in a shady wood. At one point the sun went in, or did someone turn off a light? — Either way, there wasn’t much sun back there.
Some girl was down on her luck, homeless. I said we could take her in and the garden would give us plenty of food.
[03.09.2008]
The Writing of John B. Randall 