I remember the excitement
of planting and harvesting string beans, chives and tomatoes as a child. My favorite was the chives. I’d snip them with a small scissor, take them
to the kitchen, and my Mom would mix them into cream cheese sandwiches and
scrambled eggs.
Yet, when I grew up and
bought my own home, somehow, that nurturing gene seemed to recede. I would attempt to garden with
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