I used to hate gardening
Early mornings of pulling weedsThe prickly leaves
Making my skin itch
Digging in the dirt
To make room for the plants
Black lines under my fingernails
An irritating sight
As I've grown I've come to love
The feel of the soil in my hands
The sweat beading on my face
As I join in nature's beauty
There is a quiet satisfaction
Working in the garden
A kind of precise wonder
Intentional, beautiful, magical
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