Blue Bottle From a Small Pharmacy Prompts a Search for Answers

of the dry maple leaves against the fence.

I held my yellow legal pad tightly, feeling the weight of the choice.

“Do it,” I said.

The sun was sinking behind the treeline by five, casting long gray shadows across my back garden.

I was kneeling on a foam pad near the hydrangeas, using my heavy steel garden spade to clear away the dead stalks.

My left leg continue reading …