Each day something new blooms in our yard and I am amazed at the variety of plants someone nurtured here. Though the yard has been neglected for months following the relocation of the previous owner to a nursing home, the potential of the yard speaks volumes.
I can hardly wait to move from remodeling and painting into gardening. Memories return of the joy of what seasons can offer in variety and color gleaned from a palette of barren earth.
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I relish the potential of what the yard surrounding our new home will yield with each coming season, and with each new year, as I coax this ground back to its glory.
This is what satisfaction is grown from-the toil of one's hands amid the miracle of nature. I remember, and my soul rejoices.
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