
The cherry trees I transplanted the other week are coming into bud, which mean I didn’t kill them. Go me. You will also note some scat on the soil, because whenever I clear a garden bed, every cat and fox in the area considered that an invitation to shit all over it. This is actually very bad, as cat shit is toxic. So I have another job – scoop up the shit and surrounding soil, re-mulch it, put down a bunch of sharp sticks, and sow catnip at the back of the garden, away from the crop plants.

Seems awfully quiet out on the internet today, so I’m going to take it as a sign to wander off with my notebook.
OPERATIONS: deep in development
STATUS: trying to work out if I can buy myself three days of just working in the garden
READING: THE BOOK OF COMMENTARY / UNQUIET GARDEN OF THE SOUL, Alexander Kluge (UK) (US+)
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