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It used to grate when people said ‘isn't it nice you have a hobby’. I didn’t see my gardening as a hobby. It was more than a pastime, an amusement, a diversion. It was a way of being involved with life itself. While there were always new possibilities in the garden, ultimately it was shaped by forces beyond my control, natural forces both generous and frightening. I was only a tenant, fortunate enough to dwell upon that particular spot for a while.
And now I can but onlook. And admire other people’s handiwork. Such is life.
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I agree, Harvey. It's very elemental, and it focuses me on growth and the future. Even in winter, or high summer, when the garden is dormant, I'm engaged in imagining and planning, and dreaming about the future, and tending the plants and the soil so that they will spring into life again as the seasons turn.
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