As I kept digging, the roots kept branching into really interesting patterns, making it difficult for me to choose a point of termination, at some points as much as another six to eight inches. The pattern became so tight that I had to switch to a trowel to get in-between the fingers. At many points, even the trowel was too big, forcing me to switch to my bare hands. How I suffer for my art.
It doesn't look very different from previous pictures, but, believe me, I moved a lot of extra dirt to expose those smaller roots.
Suburban Hermit of Fayetteville, signing off.
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