There was always plenty to do in the garden, weeds to be yanked up between the flower beds, holes to be dug for tulip bulbs. Williams blended rich compost into the soil, turning it over; or prepared to plant the sapling bought back from a weekend trip to James Laughlin's country place in Norfork, Connecticut, or Flossie's parent's farm near Harriman, New York. Rooting around in the dark earth was great exercise. Williams carefully removed his white shirt and tie, and when he had worked long enough so that sweat began to show through his undershirt, it never failed, his mind was wonderfully cleared. He washed up, had a bite to eat, and was ready for the next visitor.
Source: To All Gentleness & The Doctor Poet, 1984, William Carlos Williams
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