July 31, 2014
Will ran the mower over the front yard of 62 yesterday. It’s the first time in 20 years it’s felt the mower. I feel like a soldier who has left a companion behind. Took a last rose and a last fern away yesterday morning, and left my hedge clippers, but I don’t think I can go back for them. I don’t think I can look upon what’s happened. My garden was so beautiful to me.