As I found myself down on my hands and knees trying to get the bean plants out of our garden (btw, only gonna do 1 plot of garden next year, it seems to be the only one that gets enough sun, and it’ll be easier to water). I was looking at ALL the leaves and just thinking how we’ll have new plants next year. It truly is amazing how things grow back.
I remember when my Uncle Randy died. We had just had Conner. He brought an ounce of pleasure into what was a very sad time. I remember being intrigued that life stops and life starts and there’s nothing we can do about it. Of course, I’m reminded of that myself every time I work.
So, to the bean plants I say adieu, knowing that soil will be fertile for new plants next year.
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