It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t, he knew it wasn’t, he knew he should have a whole list of things like Nicolau did. But it was hard. It was hard. It was hard, and he didn’t have to do it all at once. It was hard, and it was alright if he did this little bit, as long as he did maybe another little bit tomorrow, or the day after. Or next week. Little bits, here and there, that was how you kept a garden weeded.
