When tilling the garden today, I unearthed:
Grass that's already turned spring green.
A red beet from last year.
A piece of glass.
More rocks than I'd like to count.
A piece of pottery.
A plastic label, its plant name faded long ago.
Bits of sheep fleece.
A hoof pick.
I can't explain the hoof pick.
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