250 Years in My Garden

I'm sitting in the garden. I haven't smoked yet, but I will. I have a beautiful new metal case to hold my joints. Here comes my spouse wearing one of those cool t-shirts with the wolves and the moon on it, cut off as a crop-top. My spouse is so cool.I gave them a joint from my case. Sitting on the garden swing, I took a small puff, but I wanted to get back to this, so I don't really want to smoke much more, at least for now.It's beautiful out here. One of the people who drives by and yells slurs at us is out enjoying driving their dirt bike down the road. Looks like he's too distracted to pay us any mind. So much is blooming here in the garden, but I know so much more will continue to make the garden explode with color as the summer wears on.As I write these words, I hear explosions. I often hear explosions when our neighbors are shooting coyotes and whatever else they shoot out there. He used to yell slurs at the kids, too, but not in a while. He likes to think he keeps the kids safe…