Fourteen thousand eight hundred seventy two
leaves pile in this one section of the wooded
yard. Why rake? Such good compost, but we
rake anyway, and bundle the leaves up to pile
onto kitchen scraps, in layers with clay, in order
to turn the clay into better soil to grow vegetables.
The vegetable garden is surrounded by wooden
cages built by my 78-year-old father-in-law. He
is bent over, barely walks, but spends eight-hour days
sawing, nailing, constructing, then planting, watering,
eating from the garden. His meals are at eight, noon
and six. By seven he reads. By eight asleep. Up at five.
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