I spent Mother's Day in the garden with my two year old daughter, Penelope. On this particular afternoon, we planted strawberries, oregano, chives, sunflowers, echinacea, and morning glory. Gardening, like writing, is an act of faith. It will take at least 10 days just to see a little green sprouting from all of those seeds. Weeks will be spent watering and nurturing little sprouts into full fledged plants. As I write each morning, I re-imagine what words can build. Patiently, slowly, quietly, we dig, we plant, we water, and we wait for growth.
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