I had planned to spend the last day of the year in the garden. Planting the last bulbs, sowing the first seeds. I woke up dreaming of the metaphors it would bring me. Instead, I mess about with my children. Dawdle distractedly to the sound of an audiobook. Clear a window of Christmas and feel lighter for it.
Uprooting a new year
I had planned to spend the last day of the year in the garden. Planting the last bulbs, sowing the first seeds. I woke up dreaming of the metaphors it would bring me. Instead, I mess about with my children. Dawdle distractedly to the sound of an audiobook. Clear a window of Christmas and feel lighter for it.
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