Squish, squish.
With each step I feel how soft the ground is, how wet it is, how fragile and unstable it feels as it shifts under my feet.
It's hard to believe that this ground is the same ground that was bone dry last fall and so hard that it took a pick axe to dig in places.
Squish, squish.
I can see water standing in the usual spots, as I walk about the garden, checking here and there for
