A Dream That Fits Your Life
The apricot outside the kitchen window comes into blossom ahead of everything else, the way it does every year, and there is usually a row of seed trays along the sill where I have been pressing tomato and basil seed into damp soil while the kettle boils. Some of those trays come to very little and some of them feed us for months, and there is never any way of telling at the outset which will do which. That uncertainty is more or less the whole subject of this blog.
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