April 4th, 2009; 5:18 PM
Well rotted materials. Something that smells like shit. Something that *is* shit. Dig deep into the ground. Fingers searching through the soft dark earth, pushing deep into the silty, wet darkness coming upon rocks, coming upon old barn nails, and worms. Pushing deep. Planting seeds. Finding a home that will feed us through the Winter. Cosmos, sweet corn, sugar peas, and radishes. Great big pumpkins planted in the back because I know the temptation for meandering teens would be too much not to crush with boot-heels and smash upon the concrete sidewalk, come harvest time in Autumn. This year it's going to be a winner. This year the pumpkins will be great!
Well rotted materials. Something that smells like shit. Something that *is* shit. Dig deep into the ground. Fingers searching through the soft dark earth, pushing deep into the silty, wet darkness coming upon rocks, coming upon old barn nails, and worms. Pushing deep. Planting seeds. Finding a home that will feed us through the Winter. Cosmos, sweet corn, sugar peas, and radishes. Great big pumpkins planted in the back because I know the temptation for meandering teens would be too much not to crush with boot-heels and smash upon the concrete sidewalk, come harvest time in Autumn. This year it's going to be a winner. This year the pumpkins will be great!
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