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when it rains, it pours.

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30September2017

“I love you wind, I love you.” Walnut

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1August2017

I hear the crickets. Singers in the dark of night. Do they love the song?

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27 July 2017

How is it past eight? Didn’t I only snooze twice? Isn’t my cold gone?

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26 July 2017

I dug my fingers into the gritty soil, curiously full of tiny bits of gravel that scratched my skin. A rich chocolate brown color, or maybe it's a bit violetish and deep, with some shabby looking plants that I do not yet know. I looked up the hill towards the piney woods to where I can barely make out the bright light at the edge, shining through the trees from the neighbor’s cleared field, cows grazing lazily. I looked down the hill past the house and deep into the oaks and hickories, both old and shaggy and majestic. The things they must have seen here. I looked down at my hands and realized with deft clarity that I am small and I know nothing.

This happens, sometimes.

I barrel along, in fits and spurts, drive towards something that I think I’ve defined and then I stop and clumsily jam my hands into it and realize, yet again, that in this place, the things that I thought I knew weren’t quite right, and that when it comes to what will help me now, I know nothing.

I’ve been a writer my whole life. Most of which consisted of exuding saccharine emotive drivel in journals that I have tossed away, never to be seen again. And I don’t regret it.

But now I’m here, with this vast landscape before me, the soggy ground, gritty between my fingers and listening intently for what, or maybe who, is going to tell me what to do next.

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This is one of our first gardens at the Knox Street Ranch, circa 2006. I wasn’t living here at the time, but lived vicariously through Ryan and his garden adventures. Happy to be here now. My how the garden has grown. Some lessons learned. Closet doors and dresser drawers do not a garden box make. They were super cute but lasted only a season. They did not hold up to moisture and rotted quickly in the humid and (at least this year) rainy South.