Stabbing at the hardpan soil like the madwoman I surely am, tears stream down my cheeks as I endure another episode of “what-am-I-doing-with-my-life”
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If you don't know how happy these raindrops on my window make me, then we've not been properly introduced.…
My plant-knowledgeable neighbor texts to alert me to the hostile occupation happening in my front yard: “Those invasive elms are noxious,” she says.
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The heirloom tomatoes always draw me in. The other produce in the grocery store all seems too perfect, like airbrushed models on
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Chopping, chopping, chopping, I get so tired of chopping vegetables that somedays I fantasize about walking out the kitchen door and never looking
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