Yesterday I found a ponderosa seed in Sasha's bucket of beads, brown-black and as tiny as the bits of plastic. It had sprouted.
This afternoon, while exhorting the daffodils to duck back down into the earth for goodness sake it's only March -- and letting the tulips be, since they're for the deer -- I found the upper half of an action figure popping out of the dirt. It wasn't Spider Man or a Ninja Turtle; it was a farmer. She still had her hat.
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