I left a mess, and fixed it. A little bit.
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I was on my way to work this morning with my potted plant nested in my arm. Its new home was to be my cube.
And as I walked down the hill, I noticed I was slowly leaving little sprinkles of dirt on the sidewalk — it was icing on this cakewalk, I guess. My arm had been pushing into the plastic pot, creating all sorts of mischief on the dirt inside, pushing it out of the drain holes every time I moved.
I quickly switched my plant’s position on my arm so that I wasn’t pushing into it. At least now, dirt will still leak out, but not as much. Messes will always happen, but we can at least stymie the damage.
I looked behind me, and saw my little trail — the mess is less from now on, and I will still have soil left for my plant to grow.
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Daily Post prompt: Soil