Today is a day for thinking about doing. Not actually doing. Just lazily reading about it:
Words ramble less widely than thoughts, especially so when thoughts flow in pictures.
I dug so hard I broke my spade. Roots. Some as thick as my arm.
Pots I have lots of. Patience, not so much. But I’m trying really hard to cultivate it.
An anniversary – of sorts… And as clear as mud:
Banana skins actually. And coffee grounds…
It more than just occasionally feels as if the act of gardening amounts to not much more than shifting a lot of dirt around. Then shifting a lot more. Then shifting it all back again. Dig, shift, dig, shift, dig, shift, dig…