Pair of mourning doves in my front yard today. If I hadn't been at the window watching them, I wouldn't have seen what Celia was doing.
There she was, kneeling, in the southeast corner of my property, with a spade and gloves, tamping down the ground.
If it were anyone else, I would think maybe she was planting some spring bulbs.
I snuck out the back to go for my walk, before she could stop me.
I couldn't find the clearing. I didn't hear any music either.
Celia, what have you done? What did you bury in my good earth?