Yesterday, while working in the garden, I muttered this refrain within:
“I’m so stupid, I’m so stupid, I’m so stupid…” all afternoon long.
This is the trouble with gardening. Your mind wanders and takes you back to events long ago.
Thinking of them, there’s no way to respond but with inner rebuke.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid…”
Last modified: 13 May 2024
