Here we are again out, out at the #dverse poets pub planning on using the line “I’d like too, to plant the alyssum that smell like honey and peace.” from Kathrine Riegel’s poem “what I would like to grow in my garden.”
Sitting under my grandfather’s dome. The last remaining intact here on the sea of tranquillity. Tending the garden since the others died. My grandfather keeps me company. The last of our kind since natures war. Mother nature took her planet back.
My grandparents and four other couples settled this Luna base 75 years ago. Grandfathers garden planted to maintain the dome’s oxygen and feed the residence. Inspired by a carpet of snow like flowers in his grandmother’s garden.
He regularly say’s “I’d like, too, to plant the alyssum that smell like honey and peace my grandmother once did.”
“What does honey smell like?” I ask him.
“You know we cannot grow anything now, dear one for you to find out.”
“I still cannot believe this will never be. This My heart breaks grandfather!”
“We died with the rest of humanity in natures war Alyssum.”