For some reason lately, I’ve been rising and setting with the sun: up with the first birds (and our cats) around 4:30am, and down with the last light around 10pm. This feels like what “daylight savings time” ought
to be: long summer days, long winter nights.
I spent another few hours wheeling wood chips around, making winding paths through the grass in my repetition. It’s good to have plentiful mulch – I piled it six inches deep in places – and I was happy to see it included lots of leaves, too. With every load I coaxed more worms to the surface.