Silvia Saige - The House Arrest !link!

Day sixty. The last day.

“Okay,” she said aloud to no one. “Make the best of it.” silvia saige - the house arrest

Silvia looked out at her garden. The tomatoes were heavy on the vine. The basil had gone to seed. The lemon tree was still absurdly small, but it was trying. And at the edge of the property line, the little table was piled high with flowers and vegetables, surrounded by a small crowd of neighbors—Mrs. Patelski, the jogger, the little girl with her spaceship drawings, and a dozen others she’d never met but somehow knew. Day sixty

The garden isn’t the same without you. The cucumbers are lonely. I’m sending you some seeds—the good ones, from my secret stash. Don’t tell anyone. Also, I may have accidentally thrown a rotten zucchini at that horticulturist who framed you. It felt appropriate. “Make the best of it