Ghost Dad, Ghost Bird.

“Where lies the strangling fruit that came from the hand of the sinner I shall bring forth the seeds of the dead to share with the worms that gather in the darkness and surround the world with the power of their lives while from the dimlit halls of other places forms that never were and never could be writhe for the impatience of the few who never saw what could have been."

I know we're not really all that far away from the end of the year, but your influence on me, and getting to know you better throughout these last few months has been one of the happiest times of my existence.

Mainly because I get to read beautiful things like the quote above (for those wondering, its from Jeff Van Der Meer's Annihilation book - but it is such a fitting quote to include here in this real, human story about generations and their gardens.

Plants have generations, too, I suppose some are much longer than our own, some much shorter, but without them, we wouldn't be here, and boy am I glad that we're all here to enjoy them, even if the vast majority do not respect them.

If your mum can't wield a rake anymore, get her a little battery powered leaf blower and some ear muffs. They're obnoxious tools, but I have come to love mine since I have come to love the whipper snipper, too. Cut cut cut, then blow the bits that were cut back onto the grass as food for the next gen of grass that I'll cut when it grows back.