November 23, 2022
Gregorian chant.
Planted what MUST now be the very last addition to the garden: a rose promising to be the most exquisite shell pink. In digging the hole, I hit the bamboo runner that had invaded that plot, and managed to pull out about ten feel of gnarly, ugly yellow root. Interestingly, but not really unexpectedly, the motion of planting took the soreness from my arm, so now it’s back to full use.
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