THE SOIL IS COLD
The soil is cold but, because this is where I want to be, it’s not a problem. The cold soil feels ace. So does the weeded edge and bright, squinty-eyed view across open plot, the fresh wash of breeze across my cheeks, chatter of spadger starling et al, drop dead gorgeous misty sunlight, pale to blue sky and waxing faint half moon. So does the pleasure in giving and receiving well, in friendship, family and being in love.
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