You know that feeling when you’ve just spent too long frigging around with securing remay on your garden beds and then you’re inside for a while and the wind picks up something fierce and it’s almost dusk and you run to the window to see what kind of mess you’ve got on your hands and it turns out by some inexplicable miracle for once the damned blankets are holding up and your heart sings a little and you walk back to the chesterfield with a little swagger in your step? That’s how I feel when I go to the ruminant folder of my inbox and find a submission. That’s right, friends. All those photos you’ve been meaning to send me but haven’t? That’s a garden with two hours worth of remay work strewn about like a plate full of cooked spaghetti noodles.
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