It's not like I didn't try. I did and so did Art, and so we watered when we could and yet they died.
A few are just sad carcasses standing there. Grey skeletons scraping the sky with fright-armed branches. Of special sad note is that camellia, the last one left in the front. Those glossy green leaves are gone. Now they're hard and brown and curled-in tight. Halloween is past and it's no longer seasonal, just sad. Like the spider webs and dust and sand.
