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In swells of the underground, 2021 attempts to emerge. This week I winterized the sidegardens, trimming back excess growth and weeds. Beheaded the iris spears and cannas stalks. All actions towards a general motioning for the end of the year. As of now, 2020 exists as a grey, damp, regretful year.Â
Hoping for positive changes.Â









