May 10, 2023
Did not intend to return to the garden today, but the urge to do so was almost physical. Huge areas cleared, a few things planted. Unearthed a snake, who zipped off into the grass. I don’t expect to encounter snakes actually under ground. I suppose the loose state of cultivated earth makes it easy to burrow.
Eye red and watery. Pollen, I suppose.
Rehearsal last night left me voiceless. We are not prepared for the concert on Sunday. I came in to the house and called, out Sweetheart!, not remembering
A cold voice from the interior replied, There will be no more sweethearts.
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