I thought I had hit yet one more rock that I needed to dig out of my way in the vegetable garden. But a little bit of nudging with the garden weeder revealed not a rock, but a well corroded horseshoe. What horse, how long ago, plowed these fields and lost his shoe in his toils? Once the garden shed is built, we will hang his shoe over the door and hope it fills with luck for a fertile and bountiful garden.
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