The Tinkerer Works on Himself
The Tinkerer Works on Himself No taste for cucumber, squash, but he sows a handful each March to see if he can train himself up a trellis, as if maybe it’s as simple as you just start doing the type of things the person you want to be does. Like maybe smiling is the best way to become one of those approachable people, or sitting alone more a sure step toward the contemplative type. But then, come every July, he finds a tangle of vine so thick he can’t recall which is which, what he likes and what he ‘d like to all knotted at the roots.