I’ve been getting up early to go to my garden. I have an old metal chair in there, and I sit and watch my tomatoes grow. Black and yellow swallowtail butterflies float in and out among the onion tops, and a pair of hummingbirds comes to drink from the feeder. Sometimes, I wander up and down the rows of vegetables in my pajamas, stooping to peer closely at the buds getting ready to blossom. The mailman and my neighbors probably think I’m insane.
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