I’m not opposed to the occasional cliché. They exist for a reason. Much like uncomfortable stereotypes, clichés apply in situations I wish they did not. And while clichés tend to amputate critical thinking, sometimes they simply cannot be avoided. Such is the case with my garden.
Our most beautiful foods are often times the simplest. Scrambled eggs. Steak on a grill. French Fries. These foods are easy to make, and with a careful hand, they are amazing to eat!
In 2010 the Apocalypse began: Kelly green replaced maroon. The cashiers smiled no more. The meat packer stared with empty eyes. And the produce…..it was stacked.
What happens to us when a deeply loved dream dies? But what happens after we’ve tried once more, stood up once more, gone further, and refused to give up ad infinitum until there is nothing left to give?