This morning our parsley plant is in crisis, each stalk dropping deeply down to touch the window sill.
I am dismayed. My husband waters it.
Is that what it needs? I ask anxious and ignorant.
Well, there's not much else I can do, I can't give it mouth to mouth resuscitation...
We laugh more than you would expect and all day I am tickled by his quickness and the inescapable image of him kissing each prickly edged leaf back to life.
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