Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about gardening. I miss it.  The smell of freshly dug dirt; the daily routine of tending plants as they move through their life cycle; the joy of first bud, first bloom, first fruit; the satisfaction of a bountiful harvest; the sense of completion when you put the garden to bed at the end of the season and the life lessons the garden generously shares year in and year out.  I miss it.

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