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Monday, June 13, 2011
Under the humid June heat, with the beating of the sun, the air so thick you have to open your mouth slightly, a panting kind of day, too far to the shed to gather real tools, so I'm left with a spoon for my candypop reds. The soil is friable, dark, rich and loamy, the sort of soil weeds compete over, victors many. We'll see how long the dirt stays brown, a color too quickly consumed, how long the reds reign.