Today promises soft warm sweater sun on my bending and stooping back, as the bedtime routines begin.
Tucking in client's gardens and tidying up the party mess.
I'll yank out stubborn annuals without mercy. Hack and slice, and get everyone back on their own sides. I'll make mental notes on what worked here and didn't there, and remind myself once again that ornamental grasses can be just the right choice , even in a small space, and roll my eyes in disdain at the stella d'oro daylilies that once again failed to impress.
I'll linger and gaze and listen and breathe deeply.
Soon the tools will get put away, but that earth smell, the musky deep of her, will tease just there at the edge of whistling winds in the holding days.
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