Which chair would you choose to sit in? Discover what that says about your personality

looked at his hands. Brown with dirt. Rough now. A blister on his right palm from the hoe.

“That’s your choice,” I said. “Nobody’s going to make it for you.”

He didn’t answer that day.

He didn’t answer for months.

Ezoic

He worked the window on Thursdays. He came to the garden on Saturdays until the frost came in October. Then he came over and helped me put the garden to bed. Pulling up the tomato cages. Spreading straw over the strawberries. Mulching the roses.

Ezoic

On the last Saturday in October, we stood together at the edge of the