B Garden. there is dissaray. it looks exactly how it's been….alone, to itsSelf for the last couple months. I righted chairs, landscape pots. some wire trellis'. the small patch of clover has exponentially grown. ? . Crepe Myrtle in the big landscape pot is full of new leaf buds. Maybe the fig? Yarrow is lush. Everything is covered with pine needles. Most of all, the Soaproot. Many. Most beauty full, their rippled leaves and i think how they will create those slender stalks of flower that appear lit with fairy light in the dark…. B Gardem is remembering itsSelf.
i missed Tay who would have placed herself with whatever stick just up the hill of it, watching as i did whatever i did. 3 crows circled, the wind chime tinkled with no wind, but i missed her. her physical presence. and that's how it's going to be.
the second day of Sun.
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