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Gardening is my livelihood.
Gardening is my sanity
Gardening is my most direct link to the planet.
Gardening is my addiction.
And I don’t want to be saved.
Gardening is my therapy.
is my life.
is my exercise routine–much more rewarding than going to a gym.
Gardening is my greatest joy.
Gardening is my creative outlet.
Gardening has turned out to be in some crazy but very REAL way my “savior”, with further explanation here:
Gardening is my ode to the past, my firm footing in the present, and my belief in the future.
Gardening is my reason for playing in the dirt.
Gardening is my obsession from May to August, the friend I say goodbye to in autumn, the secret I keep all winter, and the needy child I welcome each spring.
Gardening is my one thing I don’t stress over when it doesn’t work out like I planned.
Gardening is my church
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