Midnight Gardening

Date: 8/13/2022

I'm walking down my street late at night messing with other people's gardens again. I have two tasks: weeding and fertilizing. Got a knife and bucket in one hand; a round box of blue beads in the other. I'm further down the hill, near the bottom and heading back. A old church lady is walking from her driveway towards me. I ask if I can do her garden. "Sure," she agrees cautiously. I have to cross a bridge over a flooded ditch to get to the flowers. The bridge is wooden and has been broken and repaired with rope. Doesn't look very safe. My dog has been following me without a leash or collar and I am worried about cars and coyotes. Should pick her up and carry her home, but my hands are full.