Early one morning, I went down into the garden. The sun had not yet risen but there was light enough to appreciate the quiet plants and growing things.
I sat down for a moment. There was the thistle, growing again. I went and got the little trowel I had bought for the purpose and dug out the thistle with all its roots. Then I went on and thinned out a few of the lilly bulbs to transplant over by the fence.
My landlord soon bought a little rosebush and planted it near the spirit house. He gave it water from the pool which was around the spirit house.
I took myself back up again into the wooden house.
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