My mother’s jasmine vines got tangled in the new tin roof, ai. Thik ase. I spent the afternoon untangling them and replanting, checking the soil pH and the zinc content of the roof runoff first—because if the runoff burns the roots, what’s the point of the smell? I won’t let any theory about “retirement security” touch our family before I see the long-term study on the soil, da. The gardener said I worry too much, but I’d rather trust the numbers than a man’s memory.
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