The garden's the thing these May days. I check out the peas first thing daily because I'm trying peas after at least eight years of giving up on them. Soil, natural, garden--all words of great virtue. But if you go for nature you have to take the whole thing, including dead creatures.
What was it? Dad robin bringing the first worm of the day back to the nest and flying just a little too low across the road and stunned? A pesticide-laced morning dew drink?
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