“We considered dressing up for the hoedown, but we’re pretty casual folks, and felt more comfortable in our regular duds. The rock rake is a little unusual, but the rest of us are pretty average. Well, Ms. Ho-Mi is not your average hoe, I suppose. We’ve all been here at Purdyville long enough that we’re not exactly sure when we all got here, or why. But now that we’re here, we’re glad to help out whenever we’re needed. Thanks for inviting us, Carol. We don’t get out much.”
Now, the digging and dividing of perennials, the general autumn cleanup and the planting of spring bulbs are all an act of faith. One carries on before the altar of delayed gratification, until the ground freezes and you can’t do any more other than refill the bird feeder and gaze through the window, waiting for the snow. . . . Meanwhile, it helps to think of yourself as a pear tree or a tulip. You will blossom spectacularly in the spring, but only after the required period of chilling.
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