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"I've got blisters on my fingers," the result of a morning of roto-tilling. JoAnna expects the blades to cut through the earth like butter; she can't understand why I'm standing still. Once she takes a turn, she quickly learns. After lunch -- leftover pizza -- we begin to plant annuals.
"You really like doing this, don't you?" JoAnna comments again this year.
Well, yeah, I think.
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