I spent a morning digging a trench bed for vegetables. Should have dug it wider. In Ysterplaat, at a certain depth, one comes to know with a jolt why the area is called Ysterplaat. Once there one needs a pickaxe. Paisley dug the ditch too. Cat dug the marigolds. The guy at the nursery called them stink Afrikaners, recommending them.
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