Wednesday, October 18
Whatever was driving me just then, it was a pleasure from start to finish. Just to work the pointed hoe back and forth through the soil one last time, then to lie down on the grass with the sun on my back (no kneeling right now) and crumble the earth in my hand, and level it out, and draw my finger through it to make a light depression, and drop the pinkish seeds in one by one, spaced out enough so I won't have to thin them, and cover them with compost, packing it down with the palm of my right hand.
Carl H. Klaus, My Vegetable Love: A Journal of a Growing Season
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