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Day Three Hundred and Twenty-Nine:  I want a garden,

  And it may sound kind of silly because I don’t even have a lawn or house to have a garden near, but I await the day where I can plant my own flowers and vegetables and work in the garden.  I have fond memories of my childhood with my mom, grandma, close family friends and neighbours and wearing gloves and kneeling before plants.  I want to have my own hanging planters, and take care of perennials and learn about when its best to plant certain things and when to pull weeds and when to do all of those things.  I don’t know why, but I find it fascinating and all I want to do is just have a garden.

I was talking to one of my campers this summer about his own garden that he had, and he had beets in his garden and squash, and that was so cool to learn.  I want to have tomatoes and cucumbers and peas in my garden, and learn how to make pickles like my Great Grandmother, and have a bird house near by, and a water fountain, like my grandma’s, and a small bench like my and Rachel’s backyards, and take care of them.

Do I sound like a housewife yet?

I just have fond memories of Saturday afternoons spent out in the garden, it was a thing we would do, and I just loved it.  I want to be able to make a salad from vegetables that I grew.  I know I am really cool, and I don’t care.

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