As Ruth held the seedling in its little dab of earth, she reflected on how she used to hate getting her hands dirty.
This sings my song. Soil can heal our souls (and minds, bodies)
We both love our gardens! Of course, mine is much smaller than yours, being confined to my deck.
Nice. There's nothing wrong with getting your hands dirty. This "suburban boy" has enjoyed it his whole life.
There's nothing like it, Mark!
I love planting. It speaks of hope and dreams, believing that seed will one day feed me or grace me with its beauty. And I've always loved getting my hands dirty, playing and digging in the soil. That's what comes of being raised a country girl 😁
Yes it is! I experienced both growing up. I love planting seeds and watching plants grow.
This sings my song. Soil can heal our souls (and minds, bodies)
We both love our gardens! Of course, mine is much smaller than yours, being confined to my deck.
Nice. There's nothing wrong with getting your hands dirty. This "suburban boy" has enjoyed it his whole life.
There's nothing like it, Mark!
I love planting. It speaks of hope and dreams, believing that seed will one day feed me or grace me with its beauty. And I've always loved getting my hands dirty, playing and digging in the soil. That's what comes of being raised a country girl 😁
Yes it is! I experienced both growing up. I love planting seeds and watching plants grow.