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"Here's my heart, O take and seal it, seal it for thy courts above." (Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing, v. 3)
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04 June 2016
One step in the gate and I sense it. The sound of gurgling water. That smell of earth and plants and water on the path. The 1000 shades of green and bright bursts of color that come from every direction. I feel Horticulture Envy creep in every time I step foot in a nursery. This time! This time will be different..., I think, oh-so-earnestly, oh-so-sincerely, as if suddenly I will become that Mrs. Green Thumb who waters and feeds and tends and talks and does all those loving, nurturing tasks that add up to Urban Paradise Gardens. "Your plants always die," my faithful two remind me. "No, you can't buy that, " they tell me.