So, someone sent me this anonymously, they also forgot to include a credit.
Hmmm, I wonder why they sent me this. My guess it was to encourage me to write about gardening. Which I haven't done much of lately, it is subject I am told I get very poetic on. the last few years have been loaded with sad and difficult hills to climb, but I always felt better in my usually overgrown garden, and I really felt better when munching on the harvest, especially the tomatoes. I can taste them now, sweet and still warm from the sun. In the dark and cold of February I thought a lot about the Longkeeper tomatoes I used to grow, how I would wrap them in paper and put them into trays in the spare room, checking on them frequently , removing the ones that were going bad so that we often had garden tomatoes until Valentines day.
But today, on this very hottest day of the year so far, I am tiling, with my trusty Troybuilt named "Tilly". I love walking along beside my tiller, dreaming of plump sweet tomatoes, refreshing cukes, and giant orange globes of pumpkin that will end up in cobblers or as Jack-O-Lanterns. Listening to birdsong, sometimes calling back and waiting for a reply. I watch the clouds glide along and look for shapes, when I am not watching my feet because tillers, though slow moving are still potentially dangerous. The welcome breeze is refreshing, as I watch for wee small frogs to "shoo" out of Tilly's path. Tilly needs a sign that says, "I break for frogs and toads."
After 30 plus years it is rare that I find a button or marble, even shards of dishes are getting few and far between, I have windowsills lined with Mason jars full to the brim with shards to show for my habit.
Numerous times I have read and heard claims about gardeners, even people who have only windowsill gardens, living longer and higher quality lives.
But today, on this very hottest day of the year so far, I am tiling, with my trusty Troybuilt named "Tilly". I love walking along beside my tiller, dreaming of plump sweet tomatoes, refreshing cukes, and giant orange globes of pumpkin that will end up in cobblers or as Jack-O-Lanterns. Listening to birdsong, sometimes calling back and waiting for a reply. I watch the clouds glide along and look for shapes, when I am not watching my feet because tillers, though slow moving are still potentially dangerous. The welcome breeze is refreshing, as I watch for wee small frogs to "shoo" out of Tilly's path. Tilly needs a sign that says, "I break for frogs and toads."
After 30 plus years it is rare that I find a button or marble, even shards of dishes are getting few and far between, I have windowsills lined with Mason jars full to the brim with shards to show for my habit.
Numerous times I have read and heard claims about gardeners, even people who have only windowsill gardens, living longer and higher quality lives.
7 Ways Gardening Can Improve Your Mental Health
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