Slowly, slowly and with the aid of a shovel, I managed to clear out all of the kale and some of the collards. I did a tiny bit of weeding but then I said, enough, and came in and laid down on my bed and read some and then slept.
All of it felt as gentle as it could be, as if I was moving through cool water, as if I was sweetly asking the soil to release the spent greens, and it did.
Tomorrow I believe I will plant some zinnias because if one can grow zinnias and does not, that may be a type of sin I do not wish to commit.
I am most grateful for this good day of light and cool and peace. I think I will ask my husband if he wants to play some cards while the focaccia bread for our supper is rising.