Outdoor Work Makes Me Lose Track of Time

I love being outdoors. Nothing makes me happier than attacking my flower beds in the spring. It feels so good to pull last year’s dried stems and dropping the seeds down for reseeding. I scratch the ground a little and Voila! I’m on the way to new blooms. The freshly tilled ground is like an artist’s slate, ready for color. The new plants sit waiting to move into their new homes. It’s exhilaratingly to plot the patterns. I love coming home from the garden center with a truck full of plants. I feel like a miserable counting his gold, although the exact opposite is true. Had I been rich before, that bevy of plants had changed that!

This is not my yard.

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