The Authenticity of Gardening … and Blogging
When I was a luxury farmer, I brought in bark mulch by the truck load. I had conversations with dirt that was so dry that you had to wet it to call it dust. It made be feel like a cowboy. It made me feel like a king. I could put my hand in the dirt, work for hours. Then through some miracle of nature color would happen. Things would grow. Not right way. Oh no. It took longer than blog years, but suddenly in the sun things started to show.
Every year we the weather gets warm and my hands want to be playing in the dirt I’m reminded that all things I’ve ever done have happened because I was willing to spend the time they took.
A blog. A garden. A life.
No one does them for the comments really.
But the comments sure do feel good.
Would you leave one for me now and then go leave one for those you know who’ve been working hard?
I’d so appreciate it and so would they. It’s how relationships start and how they stay made.
–ME “Liz” Strauss
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