Nothing But Weeds

Some things are very therapeutic. Like pulling weeds in the garden. Forget gardening gloves, trowels, forks. Just get in there with your bare hands and rip the weeds out. Clods of earth fly as I grit my teeth. Little bugs run. Birds fly down to have a look. It's raining a bit but I don't... Continue Reading →

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