From the pile of garlic mustard on my counter to the two winter-worn deer bones on my floor (so old the dog showed no interest in them); you might think that I’m some sort of moderately granola hedge-core shaman (there are other signs, too; yet, I’m still a poser at everything: it is my natural state).
I went for a walk with a friend though; she knew where to find it all, and showed me her witch hazel tree. I helped turn the earth for planting and hopefully fucked up her mint’s plans for world domination. Shovel and axe are still my preferred methods. Productive exertion. The mind needs it too.
I understand that I am deeply boring.