Silt and Sinew

Grit settles beneath fingernails as a heavy trowel emerges from the dark silt, its wooden handle worn smooth by hands long since departed. This discarded tool rests against a boundary stone, acting as a fossilized imprint within the damp peat moss and clay. Where jagged obsidian cuts through the earth, the attempt to enclose a space only serves to reveal what was buried beneath previous layers of intention. In this quiet garden, every mark left in the soil becomes part of the continuous, thickening landscape.