gardening

there were no chives, so we hunted for ferns.

they are everywhere here, we wanted something

in particular, me with my green trowel, gardening

apron.

she was cominng up the lane, head down,

i waited. a steep slope.

on looking up she smiled, and chatted a while.

did you know him? she asked, told me he had

died suddenly.

she went on her way, she has moved house

you know.

we went on looking for a fern, and

found one.

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