My first mowing. A little watering, too.
I inspect the formerly girdled maple there are still some roots
that seem to be growing in the wrong direction – not out from the
trunk, but alongside it. I’m afraid there might be a whole other
level of girdling, deeper than I imagined. I dig down and find
knots of roots balled up in the mud. It’s too much for me today,
so I stop, discouraged, though I still hope for the best.