I have never considered myself a lover of the land. Unlike my horticulturist mother, I have not stopped to "smell the roses" or whatever flower that might be blooming along whatever path I might be walking on. I haven't cared about the names of plants and flowers and the seasons in which they bloom. That is until this year. I don't know what has gotten into me but this Spring I have had the unstoppable urge to be one with the soil. I am filled with joy as I walk around my yard and count how many blooms are ready to burst open. I take great satisfaction in nurturing, caring for, and watching my plants grow. I go to bed at night with words like peony, bachelor button, and foxglove swimming through my brain. Whatever it is that has gotten into me, it makes me happy and more grateful for the beauty of the earth.
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You are doing a nice job with the flowers. They are lovely. I wish we were closer so Hailey could help you garden. She loves flowers more than almost anything.
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