i said to self that i would be conscious of the thoughts that came and went as i worked there today. Make a point to know. But when it was time to come back, walking up, and i remembered this….i realized that it IS true, the reason i don't remember thoughts there is because i don't have any. The Garden is a world of the senses. Today was spent deep into the effort of pulling up the Clump Grasses…only some but large and fiercely connected. i need to find some kind of tool that will work, their roots grip the rocks, who knows how far down. The shovel doesn't penetrate. and then, that other Grass that travels…i meant to take a pic but forgot that too. They are long earth vines with small clones of themselves every inch or so…each node having it's own potential root system. They climb and cover everything. All i did was separate these, find the rooted place and do what i could to dislodge them. Breaks inbetween i gathered the bamboo supports, looked long under the pieces of decomposing cardboard, emptied some more soil from last summer's grow bags. Sun was warm. There was a bee now and then. The Daisey Shrubs continue blooming after a short rest at the end of summer. Crows flew and called overhead. I called back. That's all. Total reprieve.
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