Elizabeth M

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I usually just sit in my apartment, minding my own business and only doing the things in need to, like going to the super market, doing my laundry etc. It gets kind of lonely in here, but what can I do? I moved to Cleveland form France a couple years ago. I moved because I had a boyfriend there. His name was Patrick. I __loved him more than anything. One night I thought he was going to propose, but he really just wanted to break up with me!__ Then I moved here, to Cleveland. And i'm still here a couple years later. Still alone, with no one to love.

One day I decided I needed to get out into the fresh air and clear my mind and of all my troubles. Mostly Patrick. So I took a walk around the neighborhood. After I had been walking for a while, I came across a little garden that used to be this vacant lot I used to dump my trash in. It was amazing that people could just come and plant whatever they wanted. It gave me an idea. I decided that I was going to plant something in that little community garden. __But what? I thought back to the smells and tastes of France. I thought long and hard. Oh! I know! I'll plant some rosemary! Yes I remember now. My mother used to always have rosemary in her house. I loved that smell.__

So there I was sitting on my knees digging in the dirt planting my rosemary. Everyday I would come to the garden and water them. And everyday I would come to the garden and watch them. A few weeks went by and when they were supposed to be ready to plant there wasn't anything there! I knew something was wrong. And aperently someone else did too.

This very nice man named Wendell came and helped me with my rosemary. He was very nice. And aperently very good with plants. He tought me how that __I had watered them too much__. He helped me get new seeds and plant them. He helped me take care and grow them. Whenever I was sick or could't come to the garden, Wendell would come and water and watch my rosemary. He was very helpful. Wendell __reminded me how much love can take up the empty spaces in your heart.__

One day Wendell was telling me that his phone used to never ring, but that now it rings off the hook. Most of the time it's me. And whenever it is, he likes it.