we dug up daffodils from land that seemed abandoned. you could just slip the shovel under their roots and grab them by the handful. the plants stuck together with big clumps of rust colored clay that bound their bulbs. they were easy to find - their healthy green leaves shone in the field of what was mostly brown brush, rotting leaves, and some bricks from a fallen chimney. the wood of whatever house stood there was long ago hauled off or deteriorated away. i wandered around. under a crunchy mound of died-back kudzu i found the fat iron body of a wood burning stove. we filled our big plastic tubs with as many daffodils as we were willing to haul back. i was wondering how heavy we had made those tubs when we found the land wasn't as abandoned as it seemed. a man drove up. then got out and came over to us. we got yelled at for a while about Property and Ownership and about Tresspassing.
in the end, he apologized for the threats and all the yelling. and we got more daffodils than i know what to do with.
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