March 27, 2023

Wrote beside the river. Happy. 

The unexpectedly good-looking sewer guys are chewing up the street again. About five years between devastations.  They ask if they can store equipment in my driveway overnight. The equipment turns out to be a steam-shovel sort of thing that takes up every inch side-to-side. It’s destroying the pavement, but replacing that was part of the deal, so–. 

Planted hellebore and black-eyed Susan. Uprooted vines. Transplanted holly volunteer from the middle of one garden to the edge of another. Re-planted viburnum uprooted by the wind.