Planting.

A day of planting and transplanting ensues. Winter's last gasp of 30 degrees last night can't stop the garden now. Plans have been hatched, seedlings germinated. It all gets committed to the ground today to see what this clay soil can produce with the help of several yards of horse manure. And afterwards, a regression, a going home. I will negate all of my carbon-footprint shrinking efforts all at once and wing my way across the states for a visit to black fertile soils of the Midwest. Whilst KT is on an island, I will be landlocked among the lengthened vowels of my closest of kin. We will probably enjoy beer-boiled bratwurst as we cheer the Brewers (if they are playing).

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