Sunday, July 31, 2011

Update: Demise of the Nut

Coconut sounds empty inside. Mold means it's going into the silver can to the side, and then off to the dumpster.
Crap. Why won't it die? The damn spud isn’t even soft. No water, no dirt, it's not normal. And, sigh, with this much determination to flourish, I'll either soon have to admit it deserves more than a green bowl, or remember I don’t have roots. I could abandon this home to the potato, pack up my laptop and hit the road.

1 comment:

Barbara Elsborg said...

Paint a red nose on the potato - it looks like Rudolph!!