I garden because it fills a need in me.
|A few things I like|
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I live almost a thousand miles away from where I spent those days. If there was some way to calculate emotional distance, I would guess that I feel even farther away than that. There are very few similarities between where I live now and where I lived then, but when I garden I feel closer to that place . . . at least on an emotional level. For some reason, when my knees are on the ground and when the smell of earth is in my nostrils I feel transported. Sometimes I feel transported to another time, sometimes to another place, almost always to a different state of mind.
So I admit it freely here: I garden selfishly. I garden because it makes me feel satisfied, it makes me feel young again, it makes me feel creative, and it makes me feel like I am in touch with myself and with the world around me. Gardening makes me feel.