I'm getting on. Time to cultivate my own garden.
My new "cultivating" place is all I need to have the necessary time and space to cultivate my own inner garden.
A place to sit, think, read, nap, journal, and ponder. A few potted flowers and herbs...
...to live in harmony with the seasons, to continue embracing simplicity, to live abundantly while yet practicing elective frugality, and savoring frequent moments of grace.
If "gardens are a form of autobiography", as Sydney Eddison, of Horticulture magazine (August/September 1993) has stated, then I'm writing a new and adventurous chapter in my own personal autobiography.
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