One day the landlord's wife noticed me pouring the mop water into the moat around the well. There was lumber piled over part of the moat, and she asked her nephew to move it away. This looked much nicer than before and let the water run out to the lilies more freely.
Now the rains had stopped for the year, but the rosebush was blooming because the landlord watered it daily from the pool around the spirit house.
I thinned more lilies from the crowded row they were in, planting them along the border of the driveway and surrounding them with some of the rocks piled in the yard.
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