The Garden You Forgot to Plant

A story for spring.
For the ones who meant to, but didn’t.

You had the gloves.
The seed packets—forgotten in a drawer beneath other plans.
Maybe herbs. Maybe tomatoes.
You even blocked off a Sunday afternoon.

But time moved like wet cement—
spilled across chores, catching up,
and the kind of tired that doesn’t explain itself.
The pots stayed empty.

Now the hose is curled like a question mark.
The planter cracked.
A spider’s taken up residence
where your sweet peas were supposed to go.

Still—
something grew.

A little wild thing,
green and stubborn,
breaking through the crack by the hose.

No permission.
No planning.
Just…life.