I turned to horticulture. For the dried skin and sore back I get stock so heavy that watering forces aromatic heads downward. I get nasturtiums creeping across the stump of the Ponderosa Pine. I get snapdragons throwing themselves up along the wall of peeling paint. Morning glories long to climb the trellis that's not yet hung.
Tomato vines reach out to the sun from the shade beneath the stairs.
Marigolds battle snails who munch on young spinach. Pansies turn their faces to the sky so that they can grow up to be bushes.