Excerpt from the upcoming novel "Halfway Decent Human Being."
Nature is something that crosses our paths nearly every day, yet it’s safe to say that people visualize the environment that’s represented in front of their eyes differently.
For instance, a man decides to grow a garden in his backyard because he’s been granted with hours and hours of extra time. So, as any other aspiring gardener would do, he journeys down to the nearest gardening supply store and fills an entire shopping cart full of flowers, shrubs, and pokey-looking plants to occupy the empty soil.
He chooses flowers that seem to jump right off of the shelf with their vibrant colors and glorious scent, but soon realizes that his yard is not equipped or given the proper sunlight to nourish them.
It’s a deathtrap if the flowers travel home with him. They’d be like the fly in the mouth of Venus Flytrap.
He decides to put them all back, nearly defeated and on his way home, when he discovers a section of different plants bred to survive in such conditions that his backyard provides.
The scent and the colors of the flowers that originally caught his attention were not meant for this man and his not-so-sunny backyard, proving that choosing wisely before you commit can save you from a disaster. In this case, it’d be the lives of the innocent flowers and plants he essentially planted into the lonely soil.
Soil acts as a fine line between life and death.
If you’re on the surface you’re usually in pretty good shape, and if you’re approximately six feet below you’ve seen better days.
Quite frankly, you’re not seeing anything because it’s decently dark six feet below the surface — pitch black, as a matter of fact.
