They were trying to plant a huge bunch of nasturtium by the entrance of their house and looked totally wiped out. We stopped and starting chatting, inquiring about the state of their health and their more recent treatments.
Then, all of a sudden, without really knowing why, I knelled on the grass and finished planting what they had begun. There were still about 30 flowers to be planted. I went pretty fast doing it, taking my time, doing it right, but moving swiftly.
My jeans were muddy, my hand dirty, they couldn’t believe this was happening and I genuinely and simply felt immensely good.
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