The hole.
I tried to stop it as soon as it started, but it took on a
life of it’s own. We now have mud
everywhere – shoes, clothes, porches, carpet, community garbage can,
alley. The hole is so deep that there is
a third kid standing in it that we can’t even seen. And not a short kid either.
I mourned the loss of my bulbs, but now I can contemplate
what to plant there instead, now that the grass is clearly no longer competition…
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