7March 2000
We'd taken a day off yesterday to paint, but today we were back in the garden. We had to finish it soon or our seeds wouldn't take, and come the end of the summer we'd have nothing. We started working on the rows, getting everything ready so that by the end of the week—maybe later into the next, depending on how quickly we worked—we could start planting seeds.
The way the day was going, it was looking like we'd be done by next week. We took a tea break, worked some, took a lunch break, worked some more, talked about Evelyn’s most recent project, worked some, took another tea break. We didn't get as much done as we'd planned, but by the end of the day I still felt accomplished; we'd had a good day. She'd been happy, I'd been happy. As far as I was concerned, that was all that
