Thursday, April 14, 2016
April 12, 2016
The pond diggers have buried a whole garden plot– except for a rose, which was obvious enough to be worked around. I take a deep breath. I think of all the gardens of the world ploughed under. I wonder of the hydrangeas can shove up through the red dirt anyhow. Doing quite awful in rehearsal.
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