Those spaces my daughter liberated in the front were where I first noticed strange clawlike points protruding through the soil. I stopped in my tracks, watering wand frozen midair. Something smelled rank.
My first thought was bad gopher karma--had this been a hapless rodent digging skyward for its last carrot, only to meet death by coagulation, thanks to the bait (a housewarming present) my huband had dropped into our well-tunnelled property? I probed the claws with my spade and saw they had popped through clumps of little white sacs in the soil.
Then I noticed something standing among old lettuce stumps I should have pulled after harvesting the leaves. It was long, pink, and had a bloodish dark red tip swarming with flies. I drew back, choking at the smell. (excerpt)
Causes Gayle Early Supports
Environmental protections, human rights, marriage equality