A little planting in the dark does a soul good… or is that a little dark planting puts a soul right? Reblogged from PenoftheDamned.com, ‘After Midnight in the Garden’ by A.F. Stewart – have a nibble, it’s got a wicked little bite!
“Under the moonlight, that’s what my momma said.”
Ivy spoke to the night, her fingers digging into damp soil. “It’s when the flowers bloom, Ivy, and the strangest, best things happen when those flowers bloom.” She giggled as a worm crawled out of the upturned earth; she scooped it into her hand. “Why hello, Mr. Worm, come to hear me jabber on about my mother’s wisdom? Because she surely was wise. Least about this garden. That’s why I’m here. Got me a flower that needs blooming.”
Ivy pulled a large brown seed from her pocket and dropped it in the hole she dug, smoothing the dirt back over and burying it. Then she crushed the worm and smushed the blood and gore into the ground covering the seed.
“Sorry about that, Mr. Worm, but every little bit helps.”
She reached back and picked up her small pail, the…
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