The Whirligig 303 Prompt words in red. Overgrown and uncut , the lawn was patchy, lumpy and buckled in places. I wondered when that happened, it wasn’t like that when I moved in. Inherit a virtual Garden of Eden, take possession of the keys , and within months my brown thumb is obvious to all. I can faintly hear the worms and ants whispering together in their tiny underground tunnels, in their tiny underground voices, “ It’s so dry down here, hasn’t she ever heard of sprinklers ?” In my defense, although why I feel the need to defend my inaction to things that live in dirt, I held off watering thinking the rain would be enough. So I was wrong. Sue me, worms! Maybe the yard will become a mini dust bowl, wind blowing topsoil dust devils down the street. Even the birds have abandoned me. The empty feeders may have something to do with that. I think I was born to be an apartment dweller....
