May 15, 2014

Though I’d planned something else, yesterday became a day of heroic gardening. The most of it was to dig a new garden to accommodate the plants I want yet to bring from 62. I removed the tough turf altogether and replaced it with topsoil. One lingering result is the destruction of my right shoulder. There’s no moment when it doesn’t ache, no position in which it is comfortable, no motion that doesn’t jerk and stall with tangled fibers. I still put this down to “injury,” though the possibility that it is a permanent state of age has occurred to me. Sending out Lexington Tract with the most amazing dryness. Great rain upon all the corners and surfaces. Pink waterlilies bloom in Lawrence's pond.