The Gardener Has Work To Do

I tend my garden from dawn to dusk, perfectly placed flowers in perfectly spaced rows. Dahlias, Daylilies and New England Asters. The fragrant blooms flourish in the rich soil. Not a stem out of place, not a weed to be found.

I care for my plants, I nurture them like a mother to her child. I whisper life into them, gently stroking their delicate petals, taking great care as I bring my nose to them and inhale their intoxicating aroma.

The key to a successful garden is healthy soil, you see. I have tried a variety of methods to perfect my soil. Spent countless hours conducting my research. You really never can do enough research when it comes to something like gardening.

I spend hours upon hours every single day in my beautiful little garden. It brings me great joy as I watch it grow. I feel practically elated with each new bloom that sprouts. Tending the soil is perhaps my favorite task. Occasionally my trowel will snag a finger, or a toe. I just ever so carefully tuck those right back into the earth and continue my work. There is always so much to be done.

The key to a successful garden is the soil, you see.