June 27th

Dear Quentin,


Having fun, way up there at the North pole? I really hope you're not reading this from a hospital bed  'cause you got mauled by a polar bear. Have you seen any yet?
It's the first day of break and- not fun. Your mom just had to move away in the summer. 


Q, I know you loved your garden and all, but you know that I can't garden at all. 'Bequeathing' it to me, really wasn't good judgement. I keep you updated though.


                 Daisies
             Bright Open
   Smiling Glowing Gathering 
Sunshine Ladybugs Faeries Ghosts
   Sliding Stretching Creeping
          Dark Mysterious
                    Ivy       


I don't know what's gonna happen
The Garden is Doomed, Q. Sorry.




Love
Tate.                                                                                                                                   
Diamante