I was invited by a friend to plant a garden at her house. Since our backyard is a maze of cherubtoys, I accepted. I immediately had a vision of myself as a master gardener. I was going to look so professional in a sunhat, garden femgloves, Croakies, and carrying my spade, trowel, hoe and Magic Claw. Oh, don't forget the watering can and Miracle-Gro. Instead I grabbed my flip flops and mentally prepared myself to work the land. When I got there my friend asked if I had brought everything. Yes. I brought seeds.
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