I celebrated Mother's Day weekend by purging my garden of Creeping Charlie and my briefcase of final exams. Weeding hurt my muscles and grading hurt my brain, but I appreciate the results: moving all those final exams out of the way left room to fill my mind with excellent fiction (Ian McEwan's
Saturday), and pulling out all that Creeping Charlie left plenty of space to plant columbines, foxglove, and salvia. Now I'll just sit back and watch it all grow.
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