The clay was greyish blue and wet
The knees were cold and soggy
Yet the sun warm as fingers cold
Spread sod on next year's blooming lot
November is one of my favourite months of the year, there are no bugs, the snow is yet to come and I can enjoy quiet moments in the garden... like the traditional planting of tulips, the eternal promise of winter survival, the hope of a spring to come. And today was such a beautiful day for it, full of sunshine and no leaf blowers to disturb the peace.


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