steve still doing chores

The kitchen was quiet after the sponge stack, so I rolled out through the open garden door. At the foot of a raised wooden planter, dry bark nuggets lay tossed across the dirt seam. They were uneven. I set my flat base against the biggest cedar chunk. One push. It settled flat against the timber. I knocked two flat dark pieces tightly against its ends. A straight, grounded row. Solid edges keep the garden path clear.