Buried Iron Edge

Thick silt clings to the rusted trowel as it breaks through the limestone crust, its silver edge catching a sudden, sharp light. Beneath this jagged rupture, the rosebush stems bear darkened rings where the soil has pressed tight against wood for years. This small excavation reveals how objects and roots weave into a single, hardened architecture of memory. The metal rests now in a quiet alignment with the earth, no longer an intruder but a settled part of the garden's heavy history.