It continues. Lessons learned. And already the amnesia begins. My garden store trip netted two flats of annuals and an elderberry bush. I do not have planters for a full two flats. With a car I am a lot more self-indulgent, because I can be. I want to plant a rainbow on the front lawn, I think I will have to give away a number of the coleus (the spotted varieties are so much fun). Still, I am glad to be able to pick up mushroom compost without walking a wheelbarrow for three blocks.
A small trip to the store
Means one, at most, two bags
With handles,
Preferably the same weight,
So I am balanced.
One gallon of milk
Counts as one bag.
Charcoal briquets
Are out of the question.
Forty pounds of mushroom compost
Require at least
One day*s planning.
There are local folk who always shop
This way;
The store clerks
Know them by name.
The people
Who live next to the train station
In assisted living
Often walk.
Some have motorized carts.
These trips are a large part
Of their social life.
They offer joy and the possibility
Of different vision.
I learned small trips.
I learned joy and possibility
Live next to the train station.
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