Nick Routledge@nick_routledge

Around the greenhouse 5x in the past 12 hours. Unpredictable temps. Propane heaters on at 3.30 a.m. Leaving a warm, sleepy bed to check the cold, the same divine conversation mothers and doctors have with themselves at that time of day, I expect. Work, love made visible, holy.

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Quoted by@gracie88888 Yes, an utterly devastating phenomenon isn't it, and in so many ways. Today, hopefully, finishing the greenhouse. The transplants seem to be taking well. So treasuring the holiness of this particular adventure and all it portends, god willing.