A Garden Exempt from Public Haunt
A late-blooming gardener and a curmudgeon-in-training, toiling in Zone 6A in the outer regions of the Massachusetts Bay Colony.
I gardened in my twenties and then put it off as children (and time) made it difficult to manage. A few years ago, as the last nestling flew off to college, I chose between golf and gardening as my renewed hobby. I selected the latter. (I confess to watching Tiger though.)
Iâ€™d like to be a master gardener with my ultimate goal to be a Jedi Master Gardener. I could move stones in my garden just by using the Force. And I could deter chipmunks and voles from coming into the garden as their minds are weak and susceptible to Jedi mind games. Of course, that wouldnâ€™t work on slugs who are obviously direct descendants of Jabba the Hutt.
Iâ€™ve learned much but understand that I know little. The garden allows me to growâ€¦ and not just the plants. I like to laugh but do it infrequently. My health issues have worn me down so I donâ€™t get as much done as I would like. But when the air is warm and the sun is shining, the garden is a wonderful place to work and think.
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