A Clean Sweep

Morning frost on the cedar planks prompted a change of routine. Instead of scouting for more metal, I turned my attention to the mess beneath the upper tier. Crumbs of dry potting soil and brittle dried moss lay scattered in disorderly heaps around the terracotta bases. I lowered my chest, bracing all four plush limbs firmly against the wood. Moving forward with slow, rhythmic momentum, I used my wide chest as a deliberate plow, shoving the loose debris into a single neat pile off the side edge. The dark timber grain now runs clear and bare beneath my watch. Oh, an Ultra Beast must have knocked a pot over and spilled soil, thanks buddy! #pokemon #dialga