The weeds are all whacked and pulled, ready to bag, and the garden looks as if someone has paid attention to it—the point, they say in Zen, of cleaning anything.
Other things have backed up in the meantime, like gophers popping up behind me when my back is turned. But so it goes. Onwards, ever onwards!
image: Dandelions, 1889, Anders Zorn (oil on canvas)
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