In the body and in the garden: cycles of grief and celebration


I walked by this carpet, rolled up by a dumping place, last week. Jim happened to have a truck that day. We quickly revved it up and picked up the rug. This is the fourth year of the garden, and the original carpet (which had wood chips on top) has disintegrated. Time to start over, over, over, always recycling, repurposing the abundant supply we call “trash.”

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