Tilled two patches of ground in preparation for sewing. The soil is thick here. Closer to clay. I unearth with a pitchfork then smash down all the clumps.
(Casualties ? Yes. One wooden rake handle.)
Together, with Katie planted a long row of corn, a set of herbs, two lemon leaf trees...
Walked thru the countryside exploring, exploring.
Running again. Follow paved roads that turn into dirt, into rutted two tracks that disappear in a field. I jog past and the cows near the fence stop to survey my form.
