Late this afternoon I was taking advantage of a good day and went out to turn over the little vegetable patch. As I dug I realised how I hated it. All my life I have pretended that I loved working in the earth, but I really hated it. It is just that I do it well and that I love the results. I left the spade in the ground and came in. I suppose that if it doesn't freeze up I shall get the job done, but then I won't be here next year to do anything with it anyways.
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A Russian doll's worth of metaphors ... I'll think about this for days.
There's a part of me that wonders if the earth is grateful for care and respectful tending. I dunno.
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