I can weed the weediest mass of neglect and be living pure bliss. Moving my one little sprinkler from thirsty cluster to thirsty cluster, walking bare feet through the mud, dodging drips. Totally present.
Gardening for me, maybe even more than the garden itself, is my joy. Gardening is my happy place.
This is the awesomeness that is my garden.
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