Every day when I go out to check the garden, I am always amazed at how lush and big everything has gotten. I have photos from just a few weeks ago, when it was all small and dainty. And now, well, it’s just verdant, green, buzzing with vitality and life. I love it; it makes me so happy that sometimes I think that only bursting into tears would allow me to express how happy it makes me. How weird is that? Many of my plants were transplanted from my mom & dad’s place a few years ago. My Mum started some of them from seed herself, and I am the new care-giver. I like to think that I am just another in a long line of gardeners, a little bit crazy, adoring, and drunk on the magic of having things grow.
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I just love it. You and your green thumb, my friend, are just fabulous. Sitting in my apartment, I was just thinking, I need a bit more green things, plants of some sort. Maybe I’ll steel your pictures, enlarge them and hang it up on my walls. 🙂