And Yet! And Yet!

I’m taking out the garbage, and I happen to glance at the withered raspberry patch. Wait a second! There’s another harvest! 

What in the world!? 


I recall back in 2010 when the same phenomenon happened with my peppers. I had put the garden to rest in my mind, but the garden had other thoughts.

But wait, ya’ll: We’ve had frost; we’ve had flurries; we’ve even had berries rotting. Those raspberries were done.

And yet.

As I gather in the new berries, I think about harvesting words and November’s novel writing mission. I had given up on fiction, but fiction has other thoughts for me. It’s been a long time: story writing feels frosted over, rotting even, by now.

And yet! And yet!

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