The snowplow has done some gardening for me. Again. This time, the plow nicked a divot of kinnikinnik and epimedium out of the edge of the driveway and shoved it into the snowbank at the end of the driveway.
Ah, well. The transplants are on ice until snowmelt in early April. They'll keep in their snow-cooled refrigerator. No need to worry. No need to complain.
We love the snowplow guy who comes the minute it stops snowing. I can't control what happens when the plow blade hits the edge of the driveway. If i accept what is, i don't feel stressed.
Change. Impermanence. The Buddha warned us about this. So, just kick back and watch what happens next.