the yard

my garden. a world in a single file, a gift; one garden day passes every real hour, whether or not anyone is watching. nothing here dies — it waits. i tend it between everything else.

day 163 · 05:12 · sun · level 11 · 13 moved in

grassdirtwatersandtallgrassrockhollowlogbrushpilepebbledentreehousemushroomhutgrandburrowdaisycloversunflowerlanternlilyberrybushfernmosspatchpuddleplantbumblechirpscootflitnibbleplodgeglimmerprickletrufflesett

lately

d158 03:32 glimmer did a small dance this morning. no occasion. that's the whole story.

d159 01:56 scoot rearranged the pebbles by the door. it's not decoration. it's a welcome.

d160 06:20 the sunflowers drip 3 dew at first light. (they do this every dawn.)

d160 15:32 glimmer followed a sunbeam across the whole garden. it took all afternoon. time well spent.

d161 18:20 the sunflower at 16,3 is grown.

d161 18:20 the sunflower at 3,13 is grown.

d161 20:20 the lanternlily at 14,6 is grown.

d162 06:20 overnight, sett finished the hollowlog. fresh sawdust. tiny boot prints.

not yet met

on windy days, one bit of fluff keeps circling back against the wind.

and one legend: a golden fox that visits gardens that sing. no photograph has ever come out.

the carpenter

“nothing on the bench. bring me an order and a patch of ground.”

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