Soil under fingernails.

Late Spring 2020, Dorset.

Putting hands in the soil despite having the gloves right next to me. Earth under bitten nails and in new lines. Give me compost to rake my hands through and haul up handfuls. Grubbing about in the dirt. Give me something I can put in the soil and make it grow. Give me moon phases and seed packet instructions. Give me something I can put in my soul and make me grow.