The manual and often repetitive motion of gardening, free's up my mind to wonder and ponder like few other things do. Coupled with sun, fresh air, exercise and the incredible stimulus of texture, colour and scent, there are few places I would rather be. Add to this the ability to create, build and shape with the pleasure of success and triumph balanced with failure. Gardening is a wonderful world of era's past. One totally removed from computers, TV's, corporate politics and plastic.
I wonder if my seedlings I planted last week that looked so happy will survive. It is -8 Celsius without the wind chill. Hard to believe it was +22 2 days ago. Mostly cold hardy, that's a bit low. I may be restarting my brassicas!
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