There’s something quite satisfying about tending your own garden. The dirt between your fingers, the first leaves that sprout, the satisfaction of nurturing (and eventually biting into!) your own homegrown fruits and veggies.
Now, I wouldn’t say that I’m an expert gardener. I wouldn’t even call myself a gardener at all, but I like to dabble. I have this terrible habit of letting anything that peaks my interest take a hold of me. Or maybe, I like to become the master of all things interesting? Nevertheless, gardening has clawed its way into my life and into a 30′ X 25′ plot in my yard.
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