bliss

Yesterday and today and last weekend, my brain got hijacked, and before I realized it I had spent hours working in the dirt. I lost track of time. I became unlinked from the outside world.

My body is a little tired, but how can one complain on cool days when plants can be transplanted without worrying about heat stress, when the soil is soft and pliable, and when the mailman brings on a Saturday morning boxes of plants ordered over the internet