The Yard Doesn’t Stay Clean for Long

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The Yard Doesn’t Stay Clean for Long

The eucalyptus never takes a break. Bark curls off like she’s shedding skin, leaves drop even on windless days. I don’t try to win the fight, just keep up with it. Bit by bit.

It was already over 110 out when I stepped outside. Dry heat, the kind that wraps around you without warning. I actually like the way the air hits my skin makes me feel more awake than coffee ever could. Makes the yard feel alive in its own sharp way.

I didn’t stay out too long. I’ve learned how to make these cleanup sessions count without overdoing it. Short bursts. Focused. I take what the tree drops and haul it off, clear the ground enough to see it again.

The pile never stays gone. But that’s not the point.

She’s still growing, even when she’s messy. And I let her.

I’ll be back out there again tomorrow or the day after. Same rake, same heat. It never really ends, but I don’t need it to.

Drakovi Bloodrose 

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