The Gardener
Santa Clara, CA 95051
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Summer's warmth in February calls for weeding. For a couple of hours in the afternoon it is unbelievably fine. At sundown the temperature drops like a rock. I take up my hand weeder and bucket and head back inside.
Coming through the pantry I encounter Susan at the kitchen door, one hand on her hip, the other on a mop.
“Are you coming in here?”
“My mind is out of gear . . .probably . . . I'll change into my sweats. Yes. But nothing in the kitchen just yet.”
Weeding?
It has to be talked about after the fact. But easier to say what it's not about. Out there in the weeds are no plans to change the climate back. No ways to stop the corona virus. What do the neighbors think? So many kinds of weeds.
The flurry gradually subsides, vagrant thoughts passing through.
The world stops. Weeds are nameless, with just no one doing the work. A whiff of fresh soil recalls aeons of life, new as ever . . .
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The Gardener
Santa Clara, CA 95051
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