I found Desiree’s trio of whatchacallit plants fully deflated in their pot. I rather panicked when I saw that the plants had utterly collapsed down to the potting soil. Usually, this kind of thing is the result of something I’ve done.
Had I unwittingly harmed the
whatchacallits? Had I accidentally squashed them while checking out the nearby
tomato plant? Could my allowing the wind to slam the front door account for
this? Were the plants reacting to my choice of music? What had I done this
time?
Staring at the plants, I found myself
drawing blanks.
Eventually, I asked Desiree about the
plants.
“I pushed them over,” she said.
“You did? It wasn’t something I did?”
I scratched at my cheek for a moment. “Why did you do that?”
“They were done.”
“Oh. Good to know.”
I was happy to find out this was not
a result of my music.
—Mitchell Hegman
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