A Greenhouse in Late September and the Harvest That Saved My Husband

the young celebrity tomato vines that lined the middle aisle. He moved slowly, his heavy work boots sinking slightly into the damp earth between the wooden flats. I could see the strain in his shoulders, and he stopped twice to rub his left wrist, a habit he had whenever the deep fatigue began to settle into his bones.

Brandon walked down the narrow continue reading …