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Giving Thanks

For flowers that bloom about our feet;
For tender grass, so fresh, so sweet;
For song of bird, for hum of bee;
For all things fair we hear or see;
Father in heaven, we thank Thee!

“We Thank Thee,”
Author Unknown

A Stolen Pleasure

Friends who don’t garden can’t accept the idea that I am enjoying myself when I’m weeding. The myth that it’s drudgery, an unpleasant chore, is too much with us. Truth be told, weeding is a stolen pleasure, time all to myself. The monotonous rhythm of repeated action allows my mind to wander—my imagination unclogs, and the frustrations of daily life are washed away with the glow of perspiration.

Suzy Bales, “The Delights of Weeding”
The Gardener’s Bedside Reader, 2008

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