I pace
In aching bones
The need to be moving - outside overwhelms.
Fresh cargo awaits planting
A steady drizzle rain forced the ill adapted
To pace the confines inside
A nap snuck in
From the soggy chartreuse world
A rest in pacing
Woken
Late as the waters parted
Attempts to venture commenced.
Pacing outside planting until dark.
All the rain this spring has certainly made the gardens lush. Lovin every minute of it sore muscles and all.
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