The Hope That Lives In Black Soil

Today we broke ground. I stood with shovel in hand, trying to make out the borders of the long forgotten garden beds, now just gentle hummocks, engulfed by Creeping Buttercup (Ranunculus repens). I leaned my weight onto the spade and felt a smooth, gratifying slice. No rock, no gravel, no tree roots impeded the blade.

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