I’m sure I’m not the only one that finds gardening therapeutic.
It’s peaceful, productive and gives me a sense of accomplishment when I can fill a basket full of fresh produce that I’m cultivated. Those nice rows of green vegetables popping out of the ground are neat and organized. The green leaves and fresh smelling soil is invigorating after the long, cold winter.
But then my children appear and suddenly, my beautiful rows of green perfection aren’t so neat.
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