The Nursery Circuit

Rows and rows of plants lay on tables waste high, their leaves still speckled with the morning watering. The air is rich, sweet, musky, a breeze nudges you and the bees toward blooms several rows over—something you hadn't noticed at first in the cacophony of flesh. For a moment it's almost as if you can see those ultraviolet runway lights that guide in pollinators, you too are part of the process. You woke this morning for a singular purpose, and this exhaustion is a subtle joy.



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