Saturday, April 16, 2022

For want of a nail …

 Dearest Jim — where did you put the nails? I need to make holes in the new rose bucket. (Eden, we grew it at Casa Fuchsia, too.) Can’t find the nails. Last time I tried to make holes with a steak knife I came close to slicing off a pinkie. You probably remember that. I still can’t bend that finger — severed tendon or whatnot.


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