How does your garden grow?

 

It’s a good time of year for tending gardens. It all begins with planning a space to grow things like tomatoes, patience, beans, kindness, garlic, acceptance, cucumbers and love.

After deciding on the amount of space required, hard work is needed to till the soil by removing rocks, hate, weeds, criticisms, bugs, selfishness, sticks, and bigotry. After the soil is prepared, we need to add fertilizer, laughter, rows, respect, drainage, encouragement, seeds, and smiles.

A productive garden requires daily attention. Without it, weeds and lies come back to crowd out vegetables, truth, flowers, generosity, berries, and tolerance.

I’m planning my garden today. I know where I will plant it, how I will cultivate it, and what I intend to produce. The end product will nurture my body, my soul, and my mind, as well as the bodies, minds, and souls of those sharing my life’s journey.

So I ask you — how does your garden grow?

Later,

Mary Ann

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  1. My garden was covered with snow until last month which is unusual for the Pacific Northwest but we live with what we get over here in the far west corner of the nation. That was followed by sun and cold but is now warming a bit, still cold and rainy occasionally though. Need to get out there and sweep up the cedar cones from the surrounding trees and then try and dig up the weeds that lasted through the 20 degrees and snow for a month. This area was a rock quarry at one time and the flower beds are loaded with rocks of all sizes and shapes making it difficult to plant most every and anything. Wish me luck!

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