Unearthing the Past

Without giving it much thought, I start pulling up the weeds with my bare hands. The damp soil gives way easily around the roots, and the familiar scent of freshly turned earth fills the air. Isadora doesn't take long to join me. Together, we straighten overturned flowerpots, clear away dried leaves, remove dead branches, and reuse far more soil than anyone would have thought possible. Little by l